American Motorcycle Gangs vs. Taliban Bikers?

30 Insurgents on motorcycles attacked an Afgan prison freeing upwards of 1,200 nasty Taliban criminals. Read the complete NY Times article.

I don't like the Taliban much.

Their into killing Americans, covering up women, stoning people to death and generally imposing their own brand of Islam on everyone else. I like them even less now because they used my favorite mode of transportation, the motorcycle, for evil purposes.

I say let's show them a thing or two and send in a regiment of Hell's Angels complete with their Hogs and let them kick some Taliban biker butt!

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A Fathers Day Motorcycle Ride

It's Fathers Day and even though my Dad passed on many years ago I'm not going to forget him on this day.

I'm going to ride my motorcycle up to the old cemetery for a visit.

It doesn't seem like I need to go anywhere to visit him though, let alone a cemetery. He is still alive in my mind. I can visualize him doing just as I had seen him do a thousand times, standing on the front porch of the house waving goodbye as I went.

My Dad always did that when I left, he stood there on the porch and waved even if it was just the day before when I saw him last and would probably be the next day when I saw him next. He always took the time to stop whatever he was doing to go out on the front porch and wave goodbye, as if it would be the last time he would ever see me.

One day it was the last time. At least physically. He is ever present in my mind and because of that, I don't need the cemetery as a reminder.

I'll ride my motorcycle up there though and take my son along. Maybe that will be a lesson for him and me. That time on this earth is limited and that we should appreciate each other and the time we have together more.

I'll tell my son and daughters about my Dad, because they never knew him. When my kids grow up and leave home, I'll appreciate them coming by for a visit and I'll stand on the porch and wave goodbye when they go. Just like my Dad used to do.

Happy Fathers Day all you Moto Dads out there!

Kano The Motorcycle Miser Shows How To Save On Gas

Lately I feel like I'm taking it in the shorts six different ways. Yesterday I filled up my Sportster which takes premium gas. It cost me $4.27 a gallon. The word going around the coffee house is to expect $5.00 a gallon by summer's end which translates to about $5.25 for premium. Who ever thought gassing up a motorcycle would be a major expense?

Everything else seems to have gone up too. I stopped at the store on the way home and dropped a 10 spot for a gallon of milk, a carton of eggs and a pack of gum. Jeez!

I've been making some changes in my riding style to make up for all this though. One way I found to save a little of that liquid gold is to hit the kill switch and coast the rest of the way when I get close to my destination.

Another thing, I've come to realize that gunning the engine at stop lights is impressive to my ears only and maybe some small children.

I don't hit the throttle hard and burn rubber when taking off anymore either. That really sucks up the gas. An additional bonus of taking it a little more easier is the windfall of less traffic citations and consequently cheaper insurance. I also don't need to buy new tires all the time.

Keeping the speed down helps too. Not such a problem with a cruiser as it would be with a sport bike. Building up speed gradually, that's the way of the miserly rider.

When there's a red stop light ahead I ease off the throttle and time it so it turns green before I reach the light. That way I don't have to stop and start again.

Yep, there's nothin like the sensation of slowing down, hitting a tight corner and gunning the throttle to get back up to speed on a straight stretch but I've given that up too. I just keep in the back of my mind the sensation of an empty wallet and an empty tank o' gas.

Keeping the bike finely tuned and up on all the maintenance is important too when it comes to gas savings. Now that's somethin I haven't been so good at. My maxed out credit cards sorta put the brakes on that idea for now anyway. I did add air to my tires though after getting a comment from a wise guy about how nice my low profile tires looked. Properly inflated tires can save up to 3%!

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Baby Boomers Motorcycle Rally Coming Soon Near Portland, Oregon

There's nothing like a Pacific Northwest summer to have some fun. The place to be on July 18-19, 2008 is Vancouver, Washington which is just across the Columbia River from Portland, Oregon. Some great motorcycle rides can be had within a few hours of Vancouver as well, The Columbia River Gorge, Mt. St. Helens, and the pacific coast beaches to name just a few.

Downtown Vancouver will host "The Baby Boomers Bikers Rally" (everyone welcome of course) and in nearby Esther Short Park will be the "Hot July Nights" event featuring two nights of concerts with the likes of Peter Frampton, Norman Sylvester, Johnny Limbo & The Lugnuts and The Beach Boys.

For more info check out the Baby Boomers Bikers Rally webpage and the Hot July Nights webpage.

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The Unknown Hero of Tiananmen Square

Once in awhile a photograph captures an event or an emotion that immediately gets seared into the minds of those who view it. The man shown in these famous photos is defiantly blocking the way of a column of tanks heading for Tiananmen Square during the Chinese uprising of 1989.

This post is dedicated in honor and remembrance of that heroic man and his courageous act that changed everything on June 4, back in 1989.

History does not record his name or what happened to him. Some say he melted back into his ordinary life following the incident. Others say he was arrested and executed.

Some details are clear though and it’s in those details that make the story even more interesting.

This man was not a student leader of the uprising. This was not a planned or choreographed protest. The shopping bags in his hands and the style of his clothing indicate that he was just an ordinary man on his way from the market heading for work or home.

When he saw the tanks entering his city and on their way to repress and possibly harm his fellow citizens he was outraged enough to risk his own life by stepping in front of a tank.

A seemingly ordinary man doing an extraordinary thing.

It was a simple yet heroic act, yet it had the power to change the world forever. That image was broadcast worldwide repeatedly and he became an inspiration for many.

This was a late 20Th century David vs. Goliath story.

Now these days the battle lies between us ordinary people against the giant oil companies. They have us by the throat and we are struggling to free ourselves or die.

Society's addiction to oil has reached it's terminal stage. Just like heroin addicts know, the high doesn't last forever. The gas high is gone and the gas drug is starving our children, destroying our economy, funding terrorism, and killing our planet. Oil has become a disease.

In our lifetimes we may not get the opportunity to do such an extraordinary thing as the "Tank Man" did in China. But even so we still can stand up to Goliath. We can symbolically stand in front of our own gas guzzling vehicles and say "no more, not in my town!"

We can choose to ride our motorcycles, scooters or bicycles, we can use public transportation, car pool, or walk instead of driving a car. Every gallon saved brings us one gallon closer to slaying the gas giant.

Enough people making more responsible choices can make a collective difference. We can set the example, be the inspiration for others, and together we can change the world. Society needs to get serious about alternatives to oil for fuel.

As the unknown hero of Tiananmen square taught us, it takes just one person to have the courage to stand up, soon others will join us.

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Does Bill Clinton Ride a Motorcycle?

It turns out that Oregon was pretty important as far as primaries go in this year's presidential election. Obama was way ahead in the polls here but The Clinton's put a lot of effort into trying to make it close. It was not to be though. If Barack and Hillary were motorcycles and they were racing, she would have been a 250cc dirtbike and he would have been a neck snapping sportbike.

So when I heard that Bill Clinton was going to be in Salem at the community college just down the street, I couldn't pass up the chance to check it out. This was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to hang out with my Bro Bill Clinton!

I eyed my motorcycle sitting there in the carport, I was tempted to ride. This time it would have to stay home though, too hard to justify to my wife not taking the short walk. She wouldn't understand the urge.

We walked over to the college only to find a long line of people waiting to get into the gymnasium. Finally the line starting moving slowly and then the doors closed leaving several hundred of us shut out. They ran out of space for everyone to get inside the building.

Within minutes a loudspeaker had been rigged outside and Mr. Clinton began his pitch for Hillary.

Man can that guy talk! He must have spoke for an hour or so. Pretty impressive since no one expected her to win in Oregon and for him to spend as much time as he did speaking. I kind of thought he would make just a token appearance, say a few things and hit the road headed for the next stop.

Then I heard him announce that he would come outside to meet the rest of us.

Since his speech was somewhat "long winded" my wife ran out of time and had to leave to pick up the kids from school. She thrust a digital camera into my reluctant hands and disappeared into the crowd behind me. I barely knew how to use the thing.

I'm glad I had the camera though because out comes Bill with his entourage of aides and Secret Service Agents. I happened to be standing at exactly the right place. Hundreds of people thronged behind me, a mass of onlookers all around, some even climbed trees trying to see.

I looked at him and he looked at me and he said "how are you doing?" as he reached out and shook my hand.

Then he moved on to the next guy, my camera was put into action. I was excited and glad that I would have something to show people, some close-up shots of Bill Clinton. I snapped away like a frenzied paparazzi, then stepped back to let others in close.

I personally met Bill Clinton, arguably a man with more power and influence than anyone else on the planet during those 8 years he was President of the United States.

And you know, before I met him, I was in awe of his celebrity. He was someone I knew a lot about, I've seen his pictures in magazines, newspapers and on TV, but in a way he seemed unreal to me.

Meeting Bill Clinton in person though affected me somehow. Looking him in the eye and shaking his hand changed him from seeming like a super human who is above the rest of us to a real human being just like the rest of us. I realized that in more ways than not, we are the same.

I wonder if he ever gets a chance to ride a motorcycle, maybe, well maybe not.

I do know one thing though. Bill and I, we've just traveled on different roads in life that's all. Both those roads began in the same place and will end in the same place. We really are just two kindred spirits. Equal as we have always been in the mind of God.

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H.O.G. Goes Wild!

I received my copy of Hog Tales in the mail the other day. It’s the periodic publication of the “Harley Owners Group”.

The Editor announced the inaugural H.O.G. "Million Mile Monday" coming up on June 30th.

I understand that The Motor Company and any manufacturing company for that matter benefit by maximum use of their product. The more use, the more sales, bottom line.

So It’s understandable that promoting a Million Mile Monday makes good business sense. The idea being that members will hit the road on that day, log on to the official website and record their miles. The goal being one million miles in one day.

However, if I take my business hat off and put on the hat of humanity, this Million Mile Monday looks like insanity.

The days of thoughtless gas guzzling are over, forever. Clinging to the image of leather jacketed rebels without a cause is not helpful to anyone. This is no time for nostalgia en mass. We motorcyclists should not thumb our noses at the world and ride on, business as usual.

The world is in the midst of a food crisis. Children in Haiti are eating mud cakes flavored with butter. Not so much because of a lack of food but because of the affordability of food. Most of the food shortage for the disadvantaged millions of the world can be traced to fuel and the corporate greed that goes along with it.

Gas companies are making record profits, oil is selling for record prices, food crops have been diverted to growing corn to make ethanol. Why? The simple answer is demand.

Don’t get me wrong, I'm all for riding motorcycles. For transportation in lieu of a car or truck and for the occasional recreational ride.

But thoughtless riding just to please The Motor Company and to help H.O.G. log a million miles in one day, now that’s just plain wrong.

I wonder what the reaction would be if Chevrolet or Toyota promoted an event to have it’s owners log a million miles in one day. Has H.O.G. gone morally bankrupt? I hope not, maybe their timing is just bad.

Will I be helping H.O.G. ride their million miles in one day, increasing the demand for fuel and helping gas companies make record profits while they keep raising prices? Will my carbon emmisions be going out my exhaust pipe adding to global warming? Will I help fund middle eastern terrorists and contribute to starving children on that day, just for the heck of it?

No thank you.

I think on June 30th I’ll forgo my usual motorcycle commute to work and ride public transportation, walk or ride my bicycle.

If a million miles in one day were logged that way, imagine the positive difference that would make.

Or how about this alternative: Have H.O.G. members log their miles for one day using their "Hogs" instead of cars and trucks for commuting, errands and recreational rides.

They could promote the project as a way to show how much fuel can be saved by using motorcycles instead of cars by calculating the miles rode, the average vehicle gas mileage compared to the average HD gas mileage and show the difference.

Advertising, product promotion and planning events need not be oblivious to what's going on in the world around us. Being a little more thoughtful and responsible about how the otherwise excellent Harley Owners Group handles itself would go a long way.