As 2019 draws to a close, many of us pause to consider the year gone by, with all it’s triumphs and tragedies. We at Road Dirt have glanced back over our shoulders as well, contemplating our first year as a motorcycle publication. And what a year it was.
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A confession: I’ve never been very mechanically-minded. I have always admired my father, who can build, repair, modify, or tear down just about anything with a motor. Still can, even at 80 years old. I however, was not blessed with the same skill set. Any abilities I’ve acquired have come by learning from him, teaching myself, and much trial and error (emphasis on error).
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It’s that time of year – when we sit back and reflect on the rides we’ve taken, rallys we’ve attended, the new friends we’ve made and the biking experiences enjoyed over the past year. This is also a great time to start planning our upcoming trips in the new year and thanks to mobile technology, motorcyclists have access to some great tools to review their past routes and rides as well as plan upcoming trips.
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I’ve noticed lately that the crew at Road Dirt is different. Not different because of who we know, the bikes we ride or the adventures we take. Different because at Road Dirt, we are all about relationships. Evidence of this is everywhere as we cross the country building relationships with motorcycling’s core.
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Last year, I took a 3-day road trip on my Triumph Bonneville, packing light with only a backpack and a tail bag rig for the bike. I’d only had the tail bag a few months, having purchased it from a local motorcycle accessories shop. On the return trip home, up in the north Georgia mountains, one of the under seat Velcro straps ripped in half, and nearly sheared the second strap as well, sliding the whole bag immediately over to the right side of the bike. I felt the immediate weight shift, and quickly got off the road. With a fuel station (thankfully) right across the street, I pulled into the parking lot, bag still dangling off the right side, only to realize how close I had come to those ripped straps wrapping around my rear wheel or worse, tangling in my chain. That could have turned ugly, quite quickly. A kind old gent in a rusty pickup witnessed my dilemma, and offered a set of bungee straps to get me home. Very grateful for that Good Samaritan.
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The name Bob McKay of McKay’s Harley-Davidson and McKay’s Cycle Creations in Ontario, Canada is synonymous with everything that has made the motorcycle industry great. Countless people will tell you of his impact. His work has been admired throughout the world for over 4 decades. He was one of the very few that would build every aspect of a motorcycle. From paint to driveline, the finished product was always world class.
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As the kinked links on my chain ran through my countershaft sprocket with a whack, whack, whack like a drivetrain on a self-destruct timer, I thought, “I bet I can put this off a bit more. It can wait. How bad could it get anyways?”
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