A few years ago I participated in a walk to raise funds for cancer research. Like just about everyone I know, I have friends and relatives in Cody, Wyoming and elsewhere who have battled this disease, and many have benefited from the medical advances made possible by well-known organizations who sponsor and run these events.
I was surprised to find that keeping the route safe for us walkers for three days was a local motorcycle club. We could spot these men and women immediately as they arrived with pink decorations and teddy bears adorning their bikes. I thanked as many of them as possible, and I still see many around town.
But having friends who ride bikes is not new. You see, as an old movie buff I have always had a soft spot in my heart for motorcycles.
I was a rebellious 15-year-old when I saw The Wild One and learned some valuable life lessons. When Marlon Brando emerged from the fog I immediately started talking about how cool it would be to have a bike like his. I don’t know if I really wanted one or if I was just trying to give my mother a hard time.
It certainly worked. My Read More