Riders are you ready for the annual Honda 90 ride? Where grown men ride vintage 90s on the back roads, to the coast of northern California. Every year, and for the last nineteen years, my Father, my four brothers, plus any male cousin over 21, ride as if they stole their bikes, for the sake of fun. Brotherhood, cussin’, beer, and the sheer joy of tasting dirt are part of the lore that go with this wildly hilarious and physically exhausting journey.
Photo: My brother Marty, showing his true style to his sons.
You don’t need to dress up for the ride, most don’t…but the few who do, set the mood for a sentimental journey of male bonding. Who said this ride was about being tough? I think it is about the clothes. My brother Marty would make Coco Chanel turn in her grave for wearing the perfect little black short-shorts, with black boots. Oh baby! You really know how to kick up the dust!
Photo: Up close and personal…Check out his high top, black, ridin’ boots. Aren’t his legs sexy too? Gee, add a little lace and I would be envious of his socks!
Of course some of the riders just stand there and shake their heads when they see the likes of Marty and his stylin’ boots. My brother Mathew is wearing a wedding ring, and a snazzy buckle, his outfit is all about the buckle, don’t you agree?
You gotta love a man who would shave his head in a mo-hawk just to get his cousins to laugh. Thank God for helmets. Cousin Slick (up above,) even shaved his chinny chin chin into a swinging style.
Photo: A few of the trophies that lining Dad’s barn wall.
In fairness, these crazy guys who dress-up, shave their heads like goof balls, and ride little machines where nobody in their right mind woulod… are mighty fine riders. They do know a thing or two about riding motorcycles. In fact they have enough trophies between them to open up their own trophy store. "Buy one get five for free," could be their sale slogan.
Photos of The Annual Honda 90 ride. More to come.
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