I'm going to break my own rule of never posting anything online after 2+ beers. I've got tears steaming down my face after watching this movie. It has never been a way of life for me, either. That wasn't an option since I spent most of my life in Japanese apartments. Still, I can't but think that my family would be less dysfunctional if I had lived in California (or similar) and been able to raise my kids on motorcycles like the kids in the movie..
A bit of background from northern Ohio. My mechanical wizard neighbor built us kids a minibike out of spare parts when we were young. I remember it had a washing machine pulley for a seat that hurt my butt. In 1964, my cousin bought a Honda 50 and stayed at our house for a week and let me take it down the road. In 1967,my brother bought a Super 90. I wrote in my diary, "I hit 55 mph today." In early high school, I bought a Honda 160 scrambler with paper route money and my father made my push it back to the owner in defeat. So when I graduated after my pauper college years, the first thing I bought was a CB550K. After moving to Japan, i rode my trusty Suzuki 250 all over Kanto. Back in the US after 23 years, I bought a 1978 CB550K, After coming to my senses and realizing that a 30-year-old motorcycle was not my future, I bought Ol' Yeller as a sit-up, more modern replacement for my first love. Ol' Yeller, now with 40K+ miles on it, is still a champ, and I will ride it to Seattle and back this July if I don't buy something else. I have been a total failure at passing on a love of motorcycles to my kids. This, I regret. I used to ride them around the apartment complex parking lot when they were kids in Japan, but that was it. This was a beautiful movie for me that captured some aspects that I have experienced and others that I wish I had. I'm leaving a week from today on a motorcycle trip across Spain and Portugal. That part is great, but I can't help but think that my family might be in better shape if taking them out to the hills on dirt bikes had been part of their upbringing. My bad. OK, I promise I will never post anything drunk again. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to nighthawk_lovers+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to nighthawk_lovers@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
