Do you remember the book, Go Dog. Go!?
I think of this book whenever I go to motorcycle meets, which I keep doing, even though motorcycles aren't my thing. (My motorcycle is my thing.)
I did it again last weekend at Mid-Ohio Vintage Motorcycle Days, with my pal Tom Gillespie and his older brother Pat and his young son Owen.
If you want to understand why I keep doing this, you need to understand what it is we do.
We load up motorcycles so that we'll have motorcycles to go around on. (And firewood for camping. And gasoline and small explosives, just in case.)
Then we drive to the place where the motorcycles are, and we set up our camp.
Soon, we see the people going around on motorcycles:
Little kids going around on little motorcycles.
Big kids going around on little motorcycles.
Careful grown-ups going around on motorcycles on big rocks.
Un-self-conscious people going around on motorcycles gracefully.
Whole families going around on motorcycles like it's no big deal.
Even motorcycles going around on motorcycles!
(Not even counting big guys going around on little jeeps …
… and things that never were …
… and things that needn't be.)
There are even little babies watching people go around on motorcycles!
And speaking of going around on motorcycles:
Some little kids are amazed …
… but they'll soon learn that even people who go around on motorcycles put their breeches on one leg at a time.
And then we go around on our motorcycles a few more times and put them in the truck …
… and we drive back to the world, where some people also go around on motorcycles—but do a lot of less fun and more dangerous things, besides.