Editor’s Note:What appears below is a guest blog post from veteran biker Jeff Maddox, who regularly holds court over at the JMAdog blog.
It is the season. The season of giving, caring and everything else we should be doing all the time instead of just the last few days of the year. I’m not sure if it’s the colorful lights or the cold temps, but something changes in all of us. I remember as a kid growing up in White City looking out the window of the house at night with the REAL Christmas tree in the living room all lit up with the big bulbs ( the ones you can’t buy anymore). I recall watching the snow fall and pile up in hopes of no school the next day. I still do this, but with the obvious changes to the tree and lights. We don’t seem to get the snow these days, and work won’t be canceled if we do. It’s hell getting old.
There were many nights laying on the floor looking at the Montgomery Wards catalog and wishing for more than I truly deserved. Page by page, looking and hoping for the mini-bike chopper. You remember, the purple one with the lawn mower engine. I had visions of riding that thing anywhere and everywhere all the while looking cool and at least twice my age. It was an awkward time then. Torn between toys and things that could move you. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. Just looking at the pages with the mini-bikes was enough to make my imagination go wild, and at that time that’s all I had. I had yet to experience that feeling of motorized two-wheel motion.
Of course, as a kid you can’t have everything. But there is proof from an early age that this “hobby” or “passion” of mine was going to happen. And it did with such a force that I wonder if I have really ever grown out of it. I still flip through the J&P Cycles catalog just looking at things that I need or can’t live without. I don’t lay on my stomach by the Christmas tree flipping the pages, as I said earlier it’s hell getting old. It’s more of an easy chair and reading glasses kind of thing. It goes without saying if you have an enthusiast in your family and motorcycles are their passion, it’s pretty easy to shop for them. But if you have kids, pay attention to what they are looking at as they are putting their wish list together. My folks must have at some point as I eventually got the mini-bike to fuel my need for this crazy sport that has changed my life. It is the gift that keeps on giving! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!