Leather, speed and cold, hard metal. Men with motorcycles.

Kun HD-mies oli ostanut kaupasta itselleen tuliterän HD.n ystävipiiri kohahti. Meinasitko ryhtyä ammuskelemaan ihmisiä, työkaveri virkkoi. HD-mies vastasi vain salaperäisesti: liv ty rait, rait ty liv. Hänen uutuuttaan kiiltävä Harley Davidson American Legend nahkatakki hölskyi hänen hartioillaan, kun hän ruokatunnilla lähti esittelemässä uuttaa pyöräänsä työkavereilleen. Hän oli jo heti päivästä nolla omaksunut alan lingon ja esitteli pyöräänsä amerikkalaisitten ääntäen:
- mä sahaan pakoputken kahtia, junou laut noises seiv laivs.
- tän stongan mä heitän helvettiin ja laitan tilalle simpanssihengarin.
- Mikä se on, kysyi toimari pää pyörällä?
- Hähähä, siinä voi kuivattaa tyttöjen pikkupöksyjä.
- Sit mä laitan itsemurhakaasun tähän, koko ajan pohjassa.

When HD-man had bought himself a brand new Harley Davidson HDs peer group was stunned. Are you going to start shooting people, his work mate noted. HD-man just answered mysteriously: liv ty rait, rait ty liv. His new glossy Harley Davidson American Legend leather jacket sloshed on his shoulders when he left on a lunch break to show his new bike to his co-workers. He had already adopted the correct way of speaking from day one and he introduced his bike pronouncing American English.

- I´m going to saw the exhaust pipe in two, junou laut noises seiv laivs.

- Going to get rid of this handle bar and replace it with a chimpanzee hanger.

-What´s that? asked MD befuddled.

- Hähähä, you can dry girls´ underpants on it.

- Then I´m gonna put a suicide throttle in it, always at full speed.

Riku Immonen

HD-miehen seikkailut

I´m a huge fan of motorcycles. I even had a motorcycle of my own but, you know, I sold it. With a student budget it´s not easy to sustain a metal monster weighing hundreds of kilos.  Sight.

Someday soon I´ll be polishing my own little darling at the backyard. Soon.

Anyway.  Men. With motorcycles. There is something extremely appealing in it. Leather, speed and wild freedom. Me like.

But. There is always one but. What is it with middle-aged men who decide to spice up their lives and get a brand new motorcycle?  In Finland some of the senior citizens even have a driving license that covers all kind of vehicles. Therefore some new motorcyclists` experience on bikes is limited on sitting on a one in a shop.  Thank goodness the license policy has changed a bit since. Btw, Ninnis father has thought of having a bike too. 

Maybe this year instead of buying a bike I´m just going to spend the warm afternoons at the harbor checking out shining metal and men in leather while holding a strawberry margarita. Uuu, yes. ;D

Me with a bike of my dreams

- Feo