Join Date: Jul 2010
Location: Newark, DE, USA
the up side of a group
No drama or politics in our local BMW MOA. Though they do stop at every stinking convenience store along the route, it's true. I have never been able to figure out why. Can't seem to help themselves. On the other hand, the Bionic Freckle and I like to go to the monthly breakfast meeting just to jawbone with the crew and admire all the steel parked outside. Once breakfast is over, we go our own ride..It also gives you a pool of people to call on for this or that. For example, when I bought this K75 to bring back from the grave, I asked the group who had a Clymers they could loan out, and bingo one of them delivers it to my door. Conversely, when one of them breaks down, I am the club EMT (Emergency Motorcycle Transport). They call me and I run out with the trailer and fetch them back. I am also keeper of the club's GS911 code reader. I play handball tonight with an MOA member who, far as I know, I have never ridden with.
Western suburbs of Chicago? I bought my KLR650 from a guy who lived in, what, Elgin, I think it was. It was February and full of snow; so I found a fellow MOA member who had a brother lives in Schaumburg who took delivery for me. Then in April I flew to O'Hare, just a skip away, and rode her back here to Dull-Aware.
Unmitigated risk aversion is the new Puritanism, complete with witch hunts, funny outfits, and solemn preachers thundering doom. The name of God is changed to Safety; the name of Satan is changed to Lawyer; but the object remains the same: to suck all the life out of life and make you live on the husk.