oldhway
2 Wheeled Troubador
Like Oldhway my father (Mom died when I was 12) absolutely forbid talk of any motorcycle in our household. I had been lusting for a motorcycle since age 6 after a ride on the back of a cousin's HD. When my father died unexpectedly when I was 17 I was pretty much on my own. Late summer following his passing I was living with my sister in Ann Arbor and playing drums in various bands. I wasn't making much money and couldn't afford a car. I happened to see an ad in the local paper placed by the equipment manager of a newly formed band (The Stooges of Iggy Pop fame) offering to trade a 1959 BMW R59 for a set of drums. It was a win win situation...Iggy needed drums and I needed to put as much distance between my sister and I as I could. As I had never actually driven a motorcycle before, the ride home after the trade was pretty interesting, but the R59 was a pretty tame beast and I managed to make it safely. After a couple of weeks of self training I decided I was ready for the road. I bought an old leather jacket in a Goodwill store, threw a couple of pairs of blue jeans in an old duffel an attached the pack to the seat with a couple of old belts. It was 1967.....riots in Detroit, war in Viet Nam was in full swing, and the Rolling Stones still couldn't get any satisfaction and I had met a girl that summer who lived in Sarasota, FL. It was a cooler than normal October morning. Leaves were falling as was a light rain and I headed south................
Good stuff. Now you have me waiting for part II........