A couple friends insisted I go to this gathering of the motorcycle tribe every third Wednesday in Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood. What a treat! Motorcycle history lesson, memory lane, and examples of what’s happening NOW visible in one informal mash-up. This tribe feeling is one thing I miss about my giving up riding.

Hawaii has a lot of groups (tribes for my analogy) who joke about each other, believe silly myths about each other, intermarry, complain, and, thankfully love each other, too. Or at least put up with one another… anyway, bikers are a little bit like that. Ride in with leathers or blue jeans. All OK on an evening like this.

My motorcycle riding/ownership included only four bikes. The first was a used Moto Parilla 250 scrambler in 1967. I bet there isn’t even a Wikipedia mention of this long-out-of-business marque. And “marque” may be a stretch for the scrappy little Italian manufacturer. Then fast forward to a Honda 400 Super Sport (blue tank) in 1976 (wish I still had that) and a Suzuki 1100S -exciting for big sweepers – finally my beloved 1979 Moto Guzzi 1000SP, quirky and agile. Long miles on that bike pursuing rewarding road trips.

Not riding now, but I am meeting very interesting motorcycle people who are committed to the sport: riders smart, enthusiastic and really fun to hang out with.

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