Originally Posted by breakman

Originally Posted by son of the hounds

I tried to be a poser. I became addicted to motorcycles in 1964 when I sold my '47 knucklehead to buy a '61 Ironhead. I was not rich enough to buy a leather jacket then, but I had a Bell helmet, Fry boots, Tin coat, and leather work gloves and this was as close as I could get to being a poser. It was my dream to get there and look like the real bikers, to be a real poser. Finally, after owning many bikes, I finally got a EVO in 1988 and a new classic leather biker/poser jacket. Boy did I feel like a poser, right out of the Wild ones.I never got the cap, but the jacket was my first leather clothing beside work gloves. But something happened, the jacket, while quality sucked big time in actual use. Zipper at an angle, useless pockets, epaulets that held nothing, I had to admit that as a poser I was failing. Having spent 26 years getting to that point and realized that I was just a motorcyclist. I just like to ride and that I would never be a biker or a poser, never get a Tattoo for the right or the wrong reasons. I was doomed to ride in limbo. Friends on both sides who both thought I was square. I still have that jacket. I tried to give it away, but my friend wore it for a month and bought his own non Brando style and gave me mine back. When I was a young man. for a very short time in my life I was tough enough to be a biker. But that time came and went too quickly. I failed at being a poser as well. What was left for me? I became a bagger rider. Embarrassed by my hard bags, I parked well away from the real bikers and their hard tails. It was at this time that a neighbor was considering selling me his, dare I say, Goldwing......but I could see I would never fit there either. It would be like me getting a Beemer, just make people laught. I stopped wearing a leather vest lest someone ask me where my bike was. I never had anyone to sew on my patches, so how could I measure up. I went through road girls like green corn goes through the new maid, therefore no relationship lasted long enough for me to ask, can you sew? And beer, I stopped drinking beer and drank scotch or Jack on the rocks instead. No poser or biker drinks whisky. It was a beer man's world and I was outside of it. I was about to admit that I was a failure, as a poser, as a biker, and then, now 34 years later, I started to notice that I was not the only bagger rider. As I got older, so did everyone else. Different than a biker or a poser, the bagger was made up of ex-hardtail bikers who started to look just like me. But then, the batwing spoiled that and most of those former bikers got batwings. A new generation of posers soon joined them. So with real bikers riding electraglides on one side and posers riding street glides on the other side, once again I was unable to belong.
Therefore today, some 53 years later, I have been unable to fulfill my lifelong dream of being either a biker or a poser. I am still just a motorcyclist. Simple, unadorned, unappreciated by either true bikers or parking lot posers, uncomplicated, and left to ride the two lanes ever to question why I could not achieve greatness on either end.
But I remain happy, ride a lot, work on bikes, live bikes, have all the right biker and poser clothes, just feel like a jerk when I try to be something I am not.

Originally Posted by norton

The real posers are the ones who ride thru town with their feet on the highway pegs and blip their throttle at every stop light while wearing a biker vest with patches and a do-rag with flames.

This pretty much covers it.

Originally Posted by Freak Show

you know how many people who have bikes as opposed to those who don't and wish they could. it's your life, do what you want with it, life is to short to worry about what other people think of you