CL on Two Wheels

  • Where does a love of motorcycles begin?

    For me, it was at the age of four or five.

    I still remember my father rolling his old Honda up a ramp to the covered porch to protect it from the elements. We certainly weren’t well-off enough to afford a garage.

    Then, in my early teens, my grandfather came across an old mini bike and we had a friend, who ran a local garage, fix it up to running condition. It was that first burst of exhilaration that sealed the deal. (I think I might have actually run the damned thing into the garage wall!)

  • 70s Era Mini Bike

  • 1987 KLR650

  • We all evolve at different speeds.

    One of my strongest memories was my late cousin, Scott, teaching me to ride a dirt bike.  Oh, and Scott was a big dude (though only 2 years older than myself), so I learned on what I think was a KLR650. Nothing to sneeze at for a guy who was 175 lbs of pure energy. Still it didn’t take me long to push my limit and get flipped over the handlebars in the front lawn. In full view of his shocked and terrified parents, no less.

    Oh, I was limber and fast back then. I came away with only a couple scratches and some broken eyeglasses.  No biggie.

  • Over the years, I rode on very rare occasion.  Life kind of gets in the way, sometimes.  But I always admired the guys and gals I would see on the road, tooling along on their motorcycles.

    Later on in life, when I was married and settled, I revisited the love of two wheels. I figured I’d start simple, something I could ride back and forth to work every day.

    My first street bike was a Honda Rebel.

  • CL's Honda Rebel

  • CL's 2005 Suzuki C50t Boulevard

  • Let’s step it up a bit.

    After a few years, I wanted to feel a little more comfort and power. A nice mid-size cruiser seemed the way to go.

    I really loved my C50t. It was like riding around on a Cadillac. Substantial power, amazing comfort and style. But, after a while, I found I was riding it less and less.

    It was a bit unwieldy for me to ride every day (I know some riders will laugh at that, and that’s fine). I just felt like I needed to look at something a little smaller, a little more maneuverable and easy riding.  Something for the city streets and the back and forth trip to work. I figured it would likely be my last bike.  So…

  • Why not get a Harley?

    I have always loved the look of Harley Davidsons.  They are their own entity in the bike world. I looked for almost 6 months. I rode quite a few different models.

    In the end, I settled on this sessy li’l beast. It’s a 2013 XL883N Iron. I love the bobber style of it. Can’t say I’m a fan of the seat, but I can easily switch that out. But, to be perfectly honest…

    I’m in love.

  • CL's 2013 Harley Davidson 833 Iron

You don’t stop riding when you get old, you get old when you stop riding.

— Anonymous
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