by kartvines » Sat Apr 16, 2005 9:09 pm
I rode my 49 El for over a million miles, long and hard for over 20 years, I loved the brotherhood. And for most of my adult life I flew colors. Lost my family, and after a year without them, I returned , grew up and stopped riding. As sad as I am each time I hear a group of bikes ride by feel sad that I am no longer riding. I just can not risk losing my family again in order to ride, and I can not ride without risking wanting to return to that lifestyle that I loved and lived for. Still have my pan, in pieces, just could never give it up, and never could stand anyone else riding her. I miss the runs, the parties, the life. Discovered teardrops, and thought that now that I have grown older, maybe this could be the start of feeling some form of brother hood again. I am still restoring my Scad-A-Bout, and hope that I will be able to find a group of people where I can feel connected to. Only time will tell.