Times Have Changed
Early 80's I was in the Navy. Used to take off and ride, just to get off the boat.
Find a spot off the road, throw up a tent, or unroll a bag, and spend the night. If the cops came by, they didn't really care. They would see the green ID and leave you be. You packed it out in the morning, no harm, no foul.
Now it seems like a sneeze causes people to go into a panic, and the "behave, and stay" policy has been eliminated.
Red neckism didn't discriminate much back then but all said and done I'm damned happy to have lived every minute of it and you'd had fun trust me.
Here's the thing, when we ride our Harley's, Nadda. Damn near every time we get out on the Sport bikes, whether we are being good little citizens or not, we get a stopped. Not to long ago we were literally surrounded as we putted through a little nothing town called Taft. 10 of us pulled over and required to give ID and insurance with no explanation. Similure issue in Aransas but fictitious tickets we handed out, we went to the PD and requested all training and associated records for the rookie cop, all charges were dropped.
But today,when you hear embrace or accept change,it really means BEND OVER....
Last edited by 01fxdxt; Oct 28, 2015 at 09:59 AM.

I started riding in 1964, and by the late '60's I was commuting to either school or work, seven days a week, rain or shine, on a Harley. That was after the CL-77 in my avatar. All of it in California.
I was pulled over zero times by a cop. Zero. Well, one time I threw a u-turn into a parking space, and as I was getting off the bike I heard: "Hey". I turned around, saw a cop in his car looking at me. "What?". "Don't ever do that again". "What?". "Don't ever make a u-turn in the middle of the block, in the middle of town, across a double yellow line, ever again". "Oh. Yessir!"
Yes, you could buy a tank of gas for $10. Otoh, I had to work a solid 8 hours to get that $10 in take home pay.
Yes, my local HD shop did have a cool place with a unique smell of gas and oil. And, if you didn't have the appropriate "look", when you walked in you got half a second of a cold stare, followed by: "WTF do you want? GTFO".
Yes, traffic was a lot less back then. Otoh, the vehicle death rate in the 1960's was 26/100k in population. Today it's 10/100k. Based on the '60's, we'd have around 85,000 dead every year on the roads, compared to around 32,000 today.
Not that it has anything to do with riding, but I'm guessing everyone here remembers polio. 'nough said.
Don't misunderstand what I'm saying...just like y'all, I had a ****-ton of fun, and I cherish my memories, but...
I've been there too, I'll take today.
Last edited by IdahoHacker; Oct 28, 2015 at 12:46 PM.
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Not too many problems with the cops and some even stopped me just to look and ask questions about the bike.
I remember some restaurants/bars would ask us to park the bikes behind the bar (I guess they thought some citizens may feel intimidated).
A friend and I had reservations at a small motel and we arrived after dark and they wouldn't even open the door so we had to find another motel.
My cousin and I tried to rent a single campsite and they said we could only have "one licensed vehicle per campsite". For just a few dollars more we got a motel room.
















