The first time I swung my leg over our yellow 1966 Honda 90 my 13 year old mind was captivated by the possibilities, the adventure, the freedom of such a machine.  35 years later the excitement is still there.  Each time I swing my leg over my motorcycle I feel exhilerated.  Except for a short 9 year stint when I was bicycle riding and racing I have always owned motorcycles.  All kinds.  Road bikes, Enduro's, dirt bikes, cruisers, sport bikes, and touring bikes.  I love to ride.  I love the power.  I love the lean.  I love the open air, the unobstructed views of the scenery. 

I love to see the countryside and smell the fragrances.  I love to take long trips and I love to squeak in 45 minute rides during my lunch break. 

 

So Why O-Wing? Because if I can’t be riding I like to talk about riding and read about riding and look at pictures of rides.

I have laid in bed staring at the ceiling and confessed to the wife I can't stop thinking about motorcycles.  I try hard not to bore her by talking about motorcycles all the time.  I make an effort to talk to friends and co-workers about things other than motorcycles. 

 

So if you are reading this and thinking to yourself, "Man, this guy is ate up with motorcycles",  Hey, you clicked here.  

"Its a great feeling when you get out on a sickle and go racing down the highway.  Its just me, and the wind and the wheel."
 
"You know something I found out?  If you ride into the wind with your mouth open, and put your tongue up on the roof of your mouth, its impossible to pronounce a word that starts with the letter S."
 
                           Barney Fife, episode 112
My Old Suzuki 185
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