My Unmisspent Youth

We interrupt the normally scheduled recounting of my frolics on stage doing “The Producers” in order to recapture another summer event . . .We will return to our normally scheduled theater blogging next time.

I may have mentioned before on these pages that I led a very vanilla and unremarkable youth and early adult life.  I was the good kid.  Didn’t get in trouble.  Didn’t even do stuff that should have gotten me in trouble.

As I enter this phase of my life, I’ve wanted to not only explore new and fun things, but recapture some of those things I should have done when younger.

One of those is the purchase of a motorcycle.

My cousin had a dirt bike that I was allowed to ride a few times in the fields behind his house.  It was great fun…until it got stolen.

My sister-in-law bought a big bike (I honestly don’t remember what, but it was 750cc-ish) and, on a visit back when I was around 19 years old, was allowed to take it out for a morning wander through the plains of Montana.  Again, great fun and freedom.

But, between a limited budget (having this silly penchant for wanting to learn to fly) and life just rolling on, I never indulged in actually getting my own bike.  Oh, that and my ex- and I would’ve likely had an all out brouhaha over my decision (which, in retrospect, would likely have been very good for my psyche and led me down a different life path).

So, now, it is my turn to play.  This spring, along with Dear Friend, I took a motorcycle safety class.  The end result of this class was that passing it counted as passing the state driving test.  Yeeha!!  And, it stoked a fire to actually get a bike to ride.

Commiserating with friends and colleagues, plus having to roll back expectations in order to fit it into my budget, I settled on a 2000 Honda Shadow 750cc.  She’s beautiful.

tucked away safely in the garage

After a few hours practice over the course of a week, done behind the Lowe’s shopping plaza near my place, I was ready to hit the road.

Ex.  Hil.  Er.  Ation!!!

But the big thrill came on my third ride out on the roads when I became recognized as being “In The Club”.  Motorcycle riders will, on passing another motorcyclist going in the opposite direction, remove their left hand from the handlebars and flash a wave… outstretched hand or a clenched fist or (in my case) a peace sign (a good summary found here).  All are acknowledgment that we are a small, unique group (albeit most MUCH more experienced and worthy than I).

So, on a back road, when oncoming motorcyclist initiated this salute to me, I was luckily stable enough (mentally, emotionally, gravimetrically) to return my own salute.

…and I laughed out loud in my helmet, grinning like a fool…

James Dean… Marlon Brando… Peter Fonda… GnuKid!!

the gnu wild bunch

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9 Responses to “My Unmisspent Youth”

  1. daisyfae Says:

    LOVE the photo montage! You should have it printed, framed and hung prominently – perhaps over your bed!

  2. nursemyra Says:

    That’s a very gay bike 😉

    (actually I just finished reading your earlier post and thought this would do as a comment for both) xx

    • thegnukid Says:

      not so much ‘gay’ as bondage? S&M, maybe? although i’ve been told in no uncertain terms by Daughter Person that i am in no way allowed to wear leather chaps.

  3. Mitzi G Burger Says:

    I agree only partially with Nursey M. The bike is quite gay in the sense that one can picture a hefty, sweaty, hairy man riding around with a slim, waxed but still sweaty guy behind him. Perhaps it’s the studs in the leather?

    Still, bikes are for all, not just the Dykes on Bikes (Australian legendary motorbike group.) The exhileration is incredible. I was driven around Goa on a motorbike and could that again easily. CONGRATS!

    Next time, blow a kiss to the oncoming motorcyclist – you might get lucky!

    • thegnukid Says:

      well, i’m not hefty, sweaty, and hairy. nor am i slim, waxed, and sweaty. and my tastes tend more…okay, all…to the feminine side of the female population. and i’ll hang with the cool peace sign down (which, i’ve come to learn, also means, “keep both wheels on the pavement”).

  4. Tony Says:

    Nice bike Gnu kid, drool…

  5. Rob Says:

    Well, tag me as another member of the……un-mis-spent youth gang (ignoring, of course, those few times I had a few too many beers and that one time, when I was 15, that I went to the pub for a beer).

    And colour me envious. My mom would never hear of me getting a dirt bike when I was a kid. Despite the fact that we lived in the country and nearly every other kid had one.

    Enjoy gnukid. Ride safe.

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