Tips on being a man

Maybe it’s that itch that never got scratched … maybe it’s that childhood dream that never came to be … or let’s admit it boys … it that primal, man-thing that’s awakened when you see the power, you feel the throbbing … pulsating … guttural sound of a Harley.

That unshaven, raw, rough sawn rogue sits astride his powerful machine; unhelmeted with flowing hair beneath a sweat stained doo-rag, he looks beyond most of us. His all-knowing gaze, hidden behind his wrap-around shades, shows dominance and confidence. He’s power … he’s commands attention … he’s the junior accountant on the 2nd floor who got a few days off to attend Bike Week 2010 in Daytona Beach.

Oh how clothes make the man … or at least create a costume that can transforms the meek to the macho. Park the Corolla for weekend and fire up the Sportster. Don’t worry that it’s cold and 500 miles away. Make it to Bike Week and be whoever you want to be.

And so it was as we made the pilgrimage (my first) to Daytona Beach in March. Not exactly atop a throbbing two-wheeled chariot ... but an aging Trail Blazer it was, and a chance to see what some real guys do.  Not schlepping bags at the mall ... not Disney World ... just guy stuff.

Now this is what I mean!  No holds barred, get down, bad ass biker.  I can only imagine what I could do if I had a head of hair like that.

So they cruise around, look cool, eat a funnel cakes, chew on corn dogs, hammer down a few beers and plan for next years party... all in good fun and working on being a man.  It's not as easy as it looks.

So for all you road warriors out there ... happy trails and thanks for letting us keep livin' the dream.

Phil