Times are tight: Lets ride.
Times are indeed tight. I sold the fatboy this week to square up a little on some debt and it feels good to have some debt taken care of.
I need to ride. I’ve got the Street Glide back and I need to load up the tent and sleeping bag and find me a place in the desert to ride to and watch the stars. It’s impossible to have a cheaper vacation.
The stock market crashed in 1929. This is what they rode then:
After the crash of 29, they figured it out. in 1934 in the heart of the great depression, they designed bikes that still copied to this day.
We’ll figure it out. We have to. We just will…
From a recent ad campaign by Harley Davidson, which I tend to believe:
“Over the last 105 years in the saddle, we’ve seen wars, conflicts, depression, recession, resistance and revolution. We’ve watched a thousand hand-wringing pundits disappear in our rear-view mirror. But every time this country has come out stronger than before. Chrome and asphalt has always put distance between you and whatever the world can throw at you….. If 105 years have proved one thing, it’s that fear sucks and it doesn’t last long. So screw it, let’s ride.”
Right now I know half a dozen people who have lost their Jobs due to the economy. All I know is I have a wife who looks to me to keep her and our 3 kids safe, to keep them fed and keep us together. Come hell or high water I will do that. What will come of this? I can only think alot of good. We’ll rely on each other more. We’ll save more. The economy will be more real, not based on someone trading commodities out of fuel.
Stick together. We’ll work through whatever comes ahead.