Anyone ever get blow back for owning and riding a motorcycle?

by JimmyYoung 22 Replies latest watchtower beliefs

  • JimmyYoung
    JimmyYoung

    For me the cool factor is vintage bikes. Norton, Henderson, Indian, Harley.

  • snugglebunny
    snugglebunny

    I can mimic the noise of a Harley perfectly. Just repeat 'potato potato' over and over again.

  • JimmyYoung
    JimmyYoung

    The so called potato potato is only on evolution and earlier bikes. The newer bikes have to run at 1k rpms or the oil pressure is not enough to lube the eng.

  • Fadeaway1962
    Fadeaway1962

    Had bikes early 1980s was told not very good for the ministry , then moved away and returned to give a public talk the po came up to welcome me here comes the hell's angels,

    Also many of the bro's that gave me a hard time when they got in there 50s bought motorcycle's , asked why ok now ,

    We used to meet in a community center at the end of a lane a bro came to the meeting on his GT 750 at the end of the meeting he started it up while putting his helmet etc ,co visit so Bob James came out the hall giving him a hard he just said getting ready to go

  • 2+2=5
    2+2=5
    It’s very common for JWs to ride motor bikes in my area, plenty of MS bro’s even a few of the elders would ride. You would actually be hard pressed to find a congregation that didn’t have at least a few owner/riders in my area. Virtually every second person rides a dirt bike
  • HappyDad
    HappyDad

    Jimmy Young,

    I wanted a Harley Davidson my entire life. As a kid, my neighbor had a 1961 Hi-Fi Purple Harley (pan head) with a white seat and bags. I was only 14 years old and loved the feel of riding. He would take me for a ride quite often. It was like having sex (which I didn't discover for another 5 years or so) I finally bought my first motorcycle in June of 2002 when I was 55 years old. It was a 1984 Harley FLTC. 680 pounds of muscle with the entire tour pack. Upper and lower fairings and the radio, tape deck, etc. Bought it from a local guy who had 2003 centennial Harley on order. I paid $6,000 for it. The guy who owned it had all the chrome custom engraved and repainted it with a Corvette red and white theme. It also had a Mikuni carburetor and the engine was rebuilt and bored ten thousandths oversize. It was the first year of the Evolution motor and the last year of the chain drive.

    I was in my glory riding that bike. I have a picture of it somewhere, but not handy to post at this time.

    My love affair was short-lived though! after my first months of riding it until winter came,

    Then came spring of 2003. I had joined the local chapter of HOG ( Harley Owners Group) and rode with them for some unforgettable rides,

    On Saturday, October 4th, 2003 it was raining in the morning and we had a ride planned from the Pittsburgh, PA area to the AMA Motorcycle Museum in Ohio on Sunday. About 1 o'clock PM the rain stopped and the sun came out. I went and got the bike and took a nice ride for a couple of hours. On my way home, I stopped to fill the gas tank so I could take the ride on Sunday. Three blocks from my home, I'm riding slowly down a residential street. I would be home in less than 5 minutes.

    I never made it home with the motorcycle. An 86 year old man ran a stop sign and T-boned me. Thankfully, I saw him out of the corner of my eye and hit the front and back brake. The front brake grabbed better than the back brake and the momentum lifted my right foot from the foot pad. He hit square on from the lower fairing and crash bar to the foot pad. The foot pad was actually smashed into the transmission case. If my foot didn't swing back at that time, I might have lost it.

    Anyhow, the ambulance came and I spent the night in the trauma unit of Montefiore Hospital in Pittsburgh, PA for observation. Thankfully, nothing was broken or missing. Just a lot of black and blue and aches and pains from flying through the air and landing on the asphalt street. The bike was totaled and I haven't been on a motorized two wheeler since.

    My fight with the insurance company was another one year ordeal and is a whole different story. But at least I came out of that with a smile.

    Enjoy riding and be safe.

  • JimmyYoung
    JimmyYoung

    I love riding. That said my first cong. there were two elders who rode motorcycles and would take a long trip on them every year. So no one said anything. When I moved to a big retirement cong. during the recession of 1970s late, they were not for riding at all. I had a lot of issues at that hall being a very high control group and stopped going and got big into bikes. My wifes Grandfather would come down from the north and he had an old Frito van and a Suzuki 850 GS on the back and we rode all over fla. A couple of old farts at the hall gave him a hard time being an elder and riding a motorcycle. Screw em. This was my wifes grandfather at the end of WW2 on his Indian.

  • RubaDub
    RubaDub

    30 years ago, we had many brothers in the upper New York City area that had motorcycles, mainly off-road bikes. Not a problem. Probably a dozen in our congregation.

    I really wanted a Harley but due to the expense and limited time of the year to ride, I told myself, "Self, when we go to a warmer climate, I will get my Harley."

    Well, in retrospect, after having moved to the South Miami area, if you ride a motorcycle on the road you are living with a death-wish. I was really pissed.

    I thought I could ride the bike year-round here ... but with the way people drive and disregard anything that relates to traffic, I saw within a few weeks that this is not the place to be on two wheels.

    Rub a Dub

  • Nathan Natas
    Nathan Natas

    When I was in my early teens I was an avid bicyclist and once took a 70-mile bike expedition by myself along Long Island's north shore just to see a state park that was being developed out there.

    A couple of years later, in the late 1960s, when I was in my mid-late teens, I was really interested in having a motorcycle because it was a less-costly ticket to freedom. My mom didn't like the idea (she laid claim to any money I made from any kind of employment) and was advised by the elders that it would be "inappropriate" for a baptized JW like me to have a motorcycle.

    After all, Jesus didn't have one!

    Mom won, of course. I had my first car AFTER I married and moved out of her house.

  • road to nowhere
    road to nowhere

    I got crap for a 2 door car.

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