Salos Dafee
Well-known member
I live a long way from Toronto,
yet I am a Torontonian in several ways.
This month, I rode my motorcycle from Sarasota Florida to GTA and beyond,
in fact I rode to Rosseau, and celebrated spring with several fellow V-Strom riders.
But today is MINE.
Why? Here is why.
Long ago, before most of you were born, I rode a CB-77.
Legendary bike, ridden by Robert Pirsig in "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance".
The book was actually about neither Zen nor Motorcycle Maintenance, but about him.
BUT
The CB-77 was actually about ME.
As a virgin, I bought a CB-77 from a dealer on Bloor Street.
Man, I loved that bike. I rode it in all kinds of weather, and somehow survived.
That bike led me to a fine, very fine lady, who did not love me, but loved life in many ways.
She lives no more, but she is loved by many fine people, probably none of whom love motorcycles.
I told you I was a virgin when I bought that bike, but it grew with me, and when I sold it, I was a divorced father of three. You can understand, perhaps, why I call the CB-77 my "Coming of Age" bike. Please take a moment to understand the situation I have described.
It happens that today is my birthday. Today I am 72.
Today I rode one motorcycle, a 1965 CB-77.
If you want to tell me that I am no longer 23, only some of me will believe you.
Moral of story: STAY YOUNG by riding your motorcycle.
yet I am a Torontonian in several ways.
This month, I rode my motorcycle from Sarasota Florida to GTA and beyond,
in fact I rode to Rosseau, and celebrated spring with several fellow V-Strom riders.
But today is MINE.
Why? Here is why.
Long ago, before most of you were born, I rode a CB-77.
Legendary bike, ridden by Robert Pirsig in "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance".
The book was actually about neither Zen nor Motorcycle Maintenance, but about him.
BUT
The CB-77 was actually about ME.
As a virgin, I bought a CB-77 from a dealer on Bloor Street.
Man, I loved that bike. I rode it in all kinds of weather, and somehow survived.
That bike led me to a fine, very fine lady, who did not love me, but loved life in many ways.
She lives no more, but she is loved by many fine people, probably none of whom love motorcycles.
I told you I was a virgin when I bought that bike, but it grew with me, and when I sold it, I was a divorced father of three. You can understand, perhaps, why I call the CB-77 my "Coming of Age" bike. Please take a moment to understand the situation I have described.
It happens that today is my birthday. Today I am 72.
Today I rode one motorcycle, a 1965 CB-77.
If you want to tell me that I am no longer 23, only some of me will believe you.
Moral of story: STAY YOUNG by riding your motorcycle.
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