Remember That Time When . . .
Monday, November 8th, 2021I generally like to ride alone a lot but there is one thing that you lose when there’s no one else with you: swapping memories later. It’s only the times when you were together that you can say, “Oh hey, do you remember when we . . . .”
I’ve been riding with the OFMC for more than 30 years now and we’ve racked up a lot of memories. And isn’t it great to just sit and kick some of those times around now and then. Some of them were not fun when we were living them but we all know that some of the worst times present some of the best memories.
On this summer’s OFMC trip we were sitting around one night toward the end of the week and that’s the direction the discussion headed.
“Remember the last time we were here in the Black Hills and Steve and Johnathon and those other guys met us here, and we rode the Iron Mountain Road/Needles Highway loop and they liked it so much they went right back and did it again?”
“And it dumped rain on them so hard they thought the sun had gone down and were surprised when it passed that it was still daylight?”
“Oh, yeah. Man, I’m glad I didn’t go with them.”
That kind of thing.
“Or that other time we were here and Aaron Neville was giving a free concert on main street?”
“Right. And the young guys stayed out really late getting raging drunk and we had to stay another day so they could get over their hangovers!”
“Yeah, and do you remember how Todd just passed out sitting up in that chair, with his eyes open, just staring at me in my bed? That gave me the creeps. I had to get up and turn him so at least he wasn’t looking right at me.”
Yeah, that kind of thing.
Now, I have some pretty terrific memories from my rides alone, but there’s no one to share that knowing feeling like when someone was there with you. Still, they make good stories, and I do get to enjoy telling them. Come to think of it, that’s part of why I do this blog. You weren’t there so it’s all new to you. Did I ever tell you about the time . . .
Biker Quote for Today
During labor the pain is so great that a woman can almost imagine how a man feels when he can’t ride his motorcycle for a week.