I just got in from a HOG meeting.
Before I started going along to the weekly meetings I had all sorts of silly ideas of how it would be organised. I had thoughts running through my mind of little men in big crash-helmets and black shiny leathers barking out orders. Or, sometimes I could picture plots and schemes being organised in hushed tones with coded messages being spoken with a wink or a secret sign.
It's nothing like that. In fact there seems to be no organisation at all. I guess there are office bearers who do all the putting together of programs of the ride-outs, barbecues and parties which just seem to appear on the web-site and folk turn up to.
We stand around chatting about our bikes and how much H-D spares are compared to after-market ones. Occasionally another topic will come up but usually it's still Harley related in some way. Or if not Harley-Davidson then it will be some other make of bike.
Someone was telling us about his last bike which was a Royal Enfield Bullet. An ex-British classic now built in India. Coincidentally, on my way home tonight what should pass me but a Royal Enfield? It's a lovely 500cc single cylinder, black and gold machine and is one of the range of the longest running motorcycle brands in the world.
So tonight's ride was a short one of only a few miles, though I did manage to add a on a couple of extra miles to put gas in the tank. Not that I needed to go so far just to buy petrol. There's a filling station a lot closer.
But, any excuse will do!
(I haven't forgotten! I will relate my other encounters with the Blues, soon.)
Before I started going along to the weekly meetings I had all sorts of silly ideas of how it would be organised. I had thoughts running through my mind of little men in big crash-helmets and black shiny leathers barking out orders. Or, sometimes I could picture plots and schemes being organised in hushed tones with coded messages being spoken with a wink or a secret sign.
It's nothing like that. In fact there seems to be no organisation at all. I guess there are office bearers who do all the putting together of programs of the ride-outs, barbecues and parties which just seem to appear on the web-site and folk turn up to.
We stand around chatting about our bikes and how much H-D spares are compared to after-market ones. Occasionally another topic will come up but usually it's still Harley related in some way. Or if not Harley-Davidson then it will be some other make of bike.
Someone was telling us about his last bike which was a Royal Enfield Bullet. An ex-British classic now built in India. Coincidentally, on my way home tonight what should pass me but a Royal Enfield? It's a lovely 500cc single cylinder, black and gold machine and is one of the range of the longest running motorcycle brands in the world.
So tonight's ride was a short one of only a few miles, though I did manage to add a on a couple of extra miles to put gas in the tank. Not that I needed to go so far just to buy petrol. There's a filling station a lot closer.
But, any excuse will do!
(I haven't forgotten! I will relate my other encounters with the Blues, soon.)
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