I'm a Capt. on a Dynamic Positioning Ship. I spend the better part of my hitch hacking away at puters, software upgrades, hardware swaps, hardware upgrades, getting 15 of 20 to shake hands etc. Once off this floating Microsoft nightmare the last thing I want to do is cause friction with Louise (fond name of my cuse) To each his own of course, but as I was reading all these post today all I could think of was once off this tub all I want to do is load her tank and blast a hole thru some backroads as fast (or slow) as I want.
Also as I was reading I was thinking "What would some of the old scooter tramps from the Flathead, Panhead and Shovels think if they were to see what the talk is today?"
Lo and behold I was about to be blessed with the answer when my Chief Engineer came up on the bridge. You see my Chief is 57 years old. He has a red beard down to his beer gut, bald on top but long and shaggy on the sides, has an old leather biker wallet (complete with a chain) that is so old it's held together with wide rubber bands. The leather is worn paper thin in many places from many miles of hard ridin. To this day I do not believe he owns a shirt that is not black. His favorite 5 tee shirts all say "See no EVO, Speak no EVO, Hear no EVO. His current ride is a 64 Pan in which he has bolted on some ammo boxes for saddlebags. The bike hasn't been washed since the last rain he was riding in. It's got event stickers from Sturgis, Daytona, Myrtle Beach, Hollister, etc. etc. dating back to the 70's. Basically he's an ol' school rat bike kind of guy. Mind you he ain't poor...he easily clears $150,000.00 a year. OK, I think you understand who and what he is.....
Upon his approach to me as I was sitting at the puter reading these post he ask "What ya reading there Cap?" OH NOTHING I SAID as I quickly clicked to another web page
