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History tells us that men behave wisely only after they have exhausted all other avenues. For the most part then, the global everyman would wish in one way or another that his life was other than it is.
Get up. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
We endure the cold, dead, bony fingers of State poking into the nether regions of our existence and are thus subject to infuriating interference into how we live and behave. It shouldn?t have to be this way.
New Year’s resolution" Get our manly mojo back. There?s still time to sow those wild oats.
I Wanna Be A Wild One
Ever since Marlon Brando shocked audiences in The Wild One and Ann-Margret sat astride a Triumph T100, many of us, I suspect, have hankered after a life of freedom on two wheels; the freedom that comes from being in a motorcycle club. MC life, as we would like it to be, is about pitting yourself against the world and going your own way on the highway of life, hands resting lightly on the T-bars and cruisin? to the next adventure. Of course, you can hit the open road in a car but I can understand that it is not the same. With most cars more concerned with being connected to the world than the tarmac today, the ability to feel the forces of nature on two wheels is very alluring. The sense of being more vulnerable on a bike is strong especially for those of a nervous disposition, but it?s clear that motorcycling remains an increasingly popular p...