Maybe I can find some time to shoot this weekend (the Lou's version of the World Naked Bike Ride is Saturday night) but for today I gotta scrape up something from Michigan again.
I get motorcycles in a way, and then again I don't. Big adrenaline rush, wind all over your body, the immediate, physical sense of speed and motion. And then there's the old bad joke. Question: what's another term for motorcycle rider? Answer: organ donor. As some of you know, I represent people on disability cases and I've had a lot of clients who got seriously messed up on these things. And I only see the ones who survive. No airbags, just pavement, walls, poles and other vehicles.
Younger riders are on the small screaming machines, sometimes weaving recklessly through traffic. The old, big (you know what I mean) guys ride Harleys. Part of the uniform is often leather vests or jackets sewn over with patches. What can I say? This is a multi-cultural society.
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Sounds very much like Sweden. I have a friend who rides a Harley. BHe does buy a new helmet every two years. I photographed him for the blog the first time I met him. He collided with a moose a few years ago. Broke sixteen bones. But just a few months later he was skiing in the Alps! This Summer he is running a half marathon.
That is one I don't really get either. I see lots of vests full of patches on guys riding motorcycles around here too.
They do look pretty serious about being out on the road.
Bikers are everywhere and some follow the rules of the road, others don't and like being rebels. Those that wear no helmets are just foolish.
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