Time Marches On

I copied the name of an old radio show.

Indeed, Time marches on. When I wrote this story in 1998 for HSTA, I was a young 70 years of age, I had no trouble with my knees, still had my wife, and my Valkyrie bought two years before.

Inzanes were still to come. I was still to make many friends in the VRCC and enjoy many years of "In the Wind' on the Valk.

Today, the VRCC is still here but many members are no longer with us. Just yesterday we lost another one. Tom (my buddy in the story) is now in assisted living with short term memory loss, my wife has been gone for almost 15 years, and I no longer ride.

However, I am still blessed with reasonable health, both physical and mental, and I'm looking forward to the end of this winter when the PMS will be terminated by the Miata coming out of hibernation.

Time takes away our loved ones, our friends, and our physical and mental state but if we can still motor on, we all are still blessed.

Wayne, Solo1

A Ride For Tom

The other day I gave my old friend Tom a ride on the back of my Valkyrie. Tom and I go back a
long way, in fact, to 1948. For us those were the days of English motorcycles, petrol, tubed tires (tyres), drum brakes, 20 horsepower thumpers and Lucas Electrics, the Prince of Darkness.

Tom and I owned identical 1946 Matchless 500cc singles. We rode them everywhere. However,
since both bikes were hardtails we generally didn't venture any farther than Brown County State
Park in Indiana, which for us flatlanders represented a good days ride. We often joined up with
our fellow "limey" bike riders who rode Triumphs, Nortons, AJS, and sometimes a BSA or
Panther.

Today, Tom and all the others no longer ride. Disinterest, age, and death have taken their toll
over the years. I'm the only one who still rides.
Two months ago, Tom lost his best friend, his wife, after a marriage of over 45 years. During that
time he never desired to ride. Losing his wife left a big void. A void that cannot be filled I
thought, but reminiscing might help.

A few weeks ago I offered Tom a ride and he accepted. The day arrived for riding, a perfect
Indiana day, low humidity, temperatures in the low 70's, and not a cloud in the sky. Tom arrived
at my home ready to go. After an absence of 50 years he climbed on the back of the Valkerie and
we were off! As a co-rider Tom fit like an old shoe. Once a rider, always a rider, you don't forget.
I won't bore you with all the details but we had a 35 mile ride traveling the same roads in
northeast Indiana that we had traveled so long ago on our British Thumpers but this time at a speed that allowed us to talk without the spit getting sucked out Obviously open face helmets and no intercom.
The smoothness, power, and ride of the Valkyrie contrasted greatly with Tom's memory of the
"Flying M". After all, six times the number of cylinders, better suspension, modern electronics, and better seats. However, nothing else had changed. The smell of the open road, the wind in your face, the feeling of freedom and peace, the banking in curves, it all came back to Tom and was the same as it was long ago in 1948.
I purposely kept the ride short and it was over too soon. Afterward, Tom had some problems
straightening his legs after getting off the Valk, but after all, 50 years is a long time and the so-
called "Golden Years" aren't all that easy.
Easy, however, was the reminiscing that we shared during the ride. It seemed to help Tom forget
some of his problems, at least temporarily. I know that for me this ride brought back many
motorcycling memories, and in the process enabled me to help my friend in a very small but
significant way..