Nefarious James-New Year

from Born To Ride Southeast Motorcycle Magazine #109

by Born To Ride TV & Magazine

Tropical Tattoo-Chopper Time Is Coming

A NICE PUNCH IN THE FACE!

Here we are in the month of March. Many events are coming up including Daytona Bike Week and other miscellaneous local

festivities. Makes me reflect on how these

events used to be in years gone by. Seems like there have been so many changes to these events in the name of progress, and I guess in a form of social evolution, that they don’t really seem to be the same as they used to be.

I remember Daytona Bike Week as being more expressive and minds being more open to the social experience. A place where you used to be able to see some really wild stuff. When people used to ride from all over the country to participate in the event. Not so much now with bikes being brought in on trailers and huge RVs to sleep in. I have spent many an event and road trip sleeping beside my bike on the ground in heat, cold, rain, and even snow. It was just the way it was back then.

Financial limitations of the time dictated

one’s accommodations. I miss those days and miss those road trips. Unfortunately, my body isn’t as young as it used to be. Seems my mind and my body don’t want to agree with the limitations of age and the travels of the road. I shouldn’t complain, I guess. I’ve made it this far in life. Wish I could say the same for some of the ones I have love for.

I miss some of them terribly. So on with this month’s point. I guess it would be to keep an open mind in life and make every attempt to enjoy it. Unfortunately, we run into all types of obstacles. Other people being one of them. Unfortunately, some people go through their life pretending to be what they aren’t. They fake being cool, fake being affluent, fake being your friend, fake having your back, fake caring about anyone but themselves.

You know what I’m talkin’ about. The guy who tries to tell everyone how he tried to help so and so, but the reality is, he was screwing the guy behind his back. You know, the person who deserves a nice big punch in the face. To those out there who fit that description, know this: Karma, as some call it, will come knocking on your door. I sure wouldn’t want to be that guy.

Believe it or not, it doesn’t take much to

be a decent human being. Just some out there would rather screw people over. Used to be, if ya ran across a sleaze like that, everyone would out the creep and be done with them. Now people keep quiet and don’t say squat about the garbage in a group out of fear of reprisals. I say the hell with the sleazy asses out there and go back to the method of confronting the issue.

Believe me when I say it doesn’t just go away on its own. This mentality is growing like a virus. Used to be that if you stole, cops took you away. You lied; you were held accountable. You did someone wrong; you were outed, and society addressed it. Now days, the thief steals, the liar lies, and when confronted with what they’ve done, the scum calls the cops and gets protection from true justice. No accountability. Sad and pathetic.

Reflecting on this, it becomes evident to me more and more that I miss the old America.

It may have had its faults and may not have been perfect, but it sure as hell was better than what we have now. I will always love our country and what it was founded on. That will never change. We, as a people,

need to fix this. Hopefully it’s not too late.