Friday, May 22, 2015

Proud Patriotic Biker

Ironically, at about the same time that I was beginning this blog dedicated to three of my passions -- reading, riding and roaming -- a bunch of bikers in Waco, Texas broke into a brawl that turned deadly and brought the wrong kind of attention to the biking community.

I am NOT one of those bikers. I am a member of the American Legion Riders, and we are a large group of motorcycle enthusiasts with ties to the military who are dedicated to supporting those who have served our country.

Through my involvement with this group, I've met some of the coolest people I've ever known in my life. Every single one of them would lay down his or her life to HELP someone else, not to harm them. This is true of most every biker I've ever met, even those not associated with military causes.

What happened in Texas was unnecessary and unfortunate. Frankly, and naively, I'd thought that those rough motorcycle clubs had died out years ago. Clearly, I was wrong, but I know that those clubs make up only a very tiny percentage of bikers.

In fact, a lot of bikers I've met in the past couple years are older people enjoying their retirement years from the seats of their Harleys, Hondas, Yamahas, Indians, etc. They are grandparents who take as much pride in talking about their grandkids as they do in showing off their bikes to other enthusiasts.

Most of us wear black leather vests, boots, chaps, jackets and gloves, and our bikes are loud, so when people see us coming in groups, we can look pretty intimidating.  Approach us and have a conversation, though, and you'll see that we are just nice people out for a ride.

Don't let what happened in Waco stain your opinion of bikers in general. I'm not one of those people. I don't know anyone like them, and I know a lot of bikers.

I believe that I represent today's biker pretty well: I'm middle-aged, I'm female, I ride for myself and for a cause bigger than myself, and I look upon other bikers like me with pride.

Don't fear me or others like me. We are the majority in the biker world, and we are law-abiding, flag-respecting, military-supporting people.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

Welcome Aboard!

Hello fellow readers, riders and roamers!

I'm Tammy Marshall, and I proudly belong to all three of the above-mentioned categories, so in honor of quality literature, motorcycles (especially my Harley-Davidson), and travel (both here in the U.S. and abroad), I'm starting this blog to tell others like me about great reads, great rides and great places to roam to your heart's content.

Here is a little preview of some of the places I'll be addressing within the next few months: the Black Hills of South Dakota; Branson, Missouri and the Ozark Thunder Motorcycle Rally; Merida, Mexico and other spots in the Yucatan, including Holbox Island where I'm returning for my second swim with whale sharks later this summer.

I'll be sharing some of the rides I take with my fellow American Legion Riders here in Northeast Nebraska as well as some I take alone or in the company of my sweetheart and his Honda. My Harley has brought me more joy in the two years I've owned it than words can even express, but I'll do my best to share that happiness and freedom with you anyway.

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Reading always has been and still remains the greatest escape for me, though, so I'll be telling you about the books I'm reading, the great bookstores I love and find along the way in my travels, and I'll even share some of my own writing with you -- aside from this blog, that is. I'm a poet, columnist, essayist, novelist, humorist, and a few other "-ists" I'll make up along the way.

Thanks for joining me on this journey. I look forward to reading, riding and roaming with you!

If you'd care to combine all three of those loves and join me on my current literary journey, I'm reading both "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values" by Robert M. Pirsig and "The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey" by Ernesto "Che" Guevara.

Come along for the ride!

Tammy