Bike shops with visiting bands and rip-offs and gold plated t shirts are fine by me.Never underestimate the entertainment value of people looking for something to make them feel special and an individual. The funny thing about motorcyclists of all types is they think they are all individuals but when you look carefully at every "scene they all look like the same individual! 1%ers all look like the same guy, The Taliban riding around Afghanistan on Chinese Honda copies with AK's and stinger missiles, GSXR crash test dummies, etc. I remember a tall young guy years ago who was looking at an old CB450 Honda that I wanted to get rid of. He must have stood and stared at that bike in silence for nearly half an hour. He was wearing a Brando jacket and "printed happy pants"and it was obvious he was looking for a "scene to slip into. I said to him that Brando didnt wear happy pants and he left and I never saw him again on his self-fulfillment hunting trail. He wasnt looking for a bike he was looking for religion and a road movie he alone stared in combined. People are desperate for a scene and bikes are more addictive that Heroin and twice as dangerous as Nicotine and that is that. Instead of just eating fish and rice and sitting on rocks the Japs went ahead and created the Motorcycle scene and everybody who rides is the better for the lovely little yellow devils efforts.Forgeting the blatant envy in the hearts of people without fat wallets, Id rather have 75 buck t shirt idiot-fests than a bike scene like in East Germany where Yd order your bike and then wait ten years for the state owned company to deliver it to you. The DDR was real and great if Y appreciated refrigerators that lasted for 25 years by law and great Metwurst! I once had an MZ and it was a good thing, reliable as a Bosch drill, and fast and light enough to embarrass riders on bikes with five times the power (with my Bulldog sitting on the tank I might add!).But one thing that was scary about that bike was the owners manual. It said on the first page:we hope your MZ provides reliable riding enjoyment FOREVER. Like communism and the Catholic Church any mob that says: FOREVER gives me the creeps. Give me chrome that peels off the next day and fools throwing cash at crap any day. Id rather have a moment of the fizz of champagne and telling lies to a girl half my age than something real like working at the steel plant and riding the same Bagger that dad had for all my life. Consider this:you are only really alive in the next ten seconds and everything in the past is secondhand and the future is merely murky assumptions.Thats why god made V-maxes and orgasms!(although not at the same time, please!)
