Hi guys. Quick story here about a guy I know. I was reminded of this guy from reading another thread here.
I worked a few years with a guy - I'll call him Jerry. He was a pretty cool guy. Loved to drink and party. Had himself a wife and a couple kids. One night got into an accident and suffered some brain damage from it. Well, we all still knew and liked him, but he was... well... brain damaged. He would say and do a lot of stupid ****. Best part about it all was he was still a good guy, and we all had a good time with him.
He liked Harleys. A lot! Trouble is, his wife was a real douchebag. She sucked all his insurance money outta him, and then left his sorry ass in the wind. Poor guy. After she was through with him, he didn't have a pot to piss in, and at the age of 40, he had to move back in with his mother. He couldn't afford much, but he had an old Honda.
It was REALLY old too. It was a '72 or so, CL350 (I think). It had 2 cylinders, upswept pipes, and was painted flat black. There were tassles, reflectors and H-D stickers everywhere, ape hangers, and a stupidly long sissy bar in the back.
He called it his Honda-Davidson. We called it a Hardley Davison. He's had this piece of dung for at least 11 years now, and still rides it all season long. We keep trying to tell him to drive that damn thing off a cliff and get a real bike, but I think he's too attched to it now, like a dog with 3 legs he feels sorry for, just can't let it go.
And he's real intent on becoming a biker too. One of Jerry's favorite things to do is to ride up between two bikers who are riding side-by-side, and shouting hello! Needless to say, his appearance was usually quite startling to to the unsuspecting riders. The sudden appearance of a scrawny guy on a piece-o-**** riceburner slipping into your saftey zone had to have shaken you up a bit.
Far as I know, Jerry is still riding his Hardley-Davidson. He must have a lot of miles on it. Maybe one of these days he'll break down and get a new bike.
I worked a few years with a guy - I'll call him Jerry. He was a pretty cool guy. Loved to drink and party. Had himself a wife and a couple kids. One night got into an accident and suffered some brain damage from it. Well, we all still knew and liked him, but he was... well... brain damaged. He would say and do a lot of stupid ****. Best part about it all was he was still a good guy, and we all had a good time with him.
He liked Harleys. A lot! Trouble is, his wife was a real douchebag. She sucked all his insurance money outta him, and then left his sorry ass in the wind. Poor guy. After she was through with him, he didn't have a pot to piss in, and at the age of 40, he had to move back in with his mother. He couldn't afford much, but he had an old Honda.
It was REALLY old too. It was a '72 or so, CL350 (I think). It had 2 cylinders, upswept pipes, and was painted flat black. There were tassles, reflectors and H-D stickers everywhere, ape hangers, and a stupidly long sissy bar in the back.
He called it his Honda-Davidson. We called it a Hardley Davison. He's had this piece of dung for at least 11 years now, and still rides it all season long. We keep trying to tell him to drive that damn thing off a cliff and get a real bike, but I think he's too attched to it now, like a dog with 3 legs he feels sorry for, just can't let it go.
And he's real intent on becoming a biker too. One of Jerry's favorite things to do is to ride up between two bikers who are riding side-by-side, and shouting hello! Needless to say, his appearance was usually quite startling to to the unsuspecting riders. The sudden appearance of a scrawny guy on a piece-o-**** riceburner slipping into your saftey zone had to have shaken you up a bit.
Far as I know, Jerry is still riding his Hardley-Davidson. He must have a lot of miles on it. Maybe one of these days he'll break down and get a new bike.