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My name's Richard, and I started at the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute about a month ago. I'll be taking the H-D late and early model electives to get my "PHD" certification. Yes, it's the one on TV. Yes, I saw the commercial during a NASCAR race. As trashy and retarded as that might sound, the school's legit, and I'm learning a lot. On that note, I'm married, and no, she wasn't a mail-order bride.
I grew up around Harleys in Dallas, TX. My dad's first Harley was a 1991 Fat Boy that I naturally associated with Terminator 2. Who wouldn't want a Terminator for a dad, right? Over time, he had quite a few bikes including a 50th anniversary Dyna Wide Glide and ended with a Road King.
Last year, I bought the very first Harley of my own: a 2009 VRSCDX Night Rod Special. Prior to that, my only experience actually riding bikes was a '70s era Honda with a small displacement that I broke my foot (in three places) the first day I rode it on Easter weekend of eighth grade. It had a centrifugal clutch, so I had to learn on my V-Rod (one of my friends rode it home from the dealership) in my drive way. It wasn't until after I'd been riding around for a few days, maybe a little more than a week that I took a MSF course.
I'm also an infantryman in the New Mexico Army National Guard. I've been to hurricanes Katrina and Gustav, to the border US-Mexico border, and to Iraq once. I'll have six years this April.
Also, as a final note, the GQ in my name has nothing to do with clothes or magazines. See, it wasn't until we were actually on our way to Iraq that I ever got issued any equipment besides a Kevlar helmet in the National Guard. That was over four years of no TA-50! So, I bought my own and earned the title "gear queer," hence: GQ. My battle buddy was in the same boat, and I became GQ-1, he was GQ-2. And there you have it. That's me in a nut shell.
I grew up around Harleys in Dallas, TX. My dad's first Harley was a 1991 Fat Boy that I naturally associated with Terminator 2. Who wouldn't want a Terminator for a dad, right? Over time, he had quite a few bikes including a 50th anniversary Dyna Wide Glide and ended with a Road King.
Last year, I bought the very first Harley of my own: a 2009 VRSCDX Night Rod Special. Prior to that, my only experience actually riding bikes was a '70s era Honda with a small displacement that I broke my foot (in three places) the first day I rode it on Easter weekend of eighth grade. It had a centrifugal clutch, so I had to learn on my V-Rod (one of my friends rode it home from the dealership) in my drive way. It wasn't until after I'd been riding around for a few days, maybe a little more than a week that I took a MSF course.
I'm also an infantryman in the New Mexico Army National Guard. I've been to hurricanes Katrina and Gustav, to the border US-Mexico border, and to Iraq once. I'll have six years this April.
Also, as a final note, the GQ in my name has nothing to do with clothes or magazines. See, it wasn't until we were actually on our way to Iraq that I ever got issued any equipment besides a Kevlar helmet in the National Guard. That was over four years of no TA-50! So, I bought my own and earned the title "gear queer," hence: GQ. My battle buddy was in the same boat, and I became GQ-1, he was GQ-2. And there you have it. That's me in a nut shell.
