I love motorcycles.
I started riding when I was a kid, on dirtbikes, but I never really got into it until I was in my early 20s, living in the Hudson Valley in New York. This was July of 2021. I borrowed my roommate Adam’s Ford Ranger and drove 14 hours round trip to the very top of Vermont, about 10 miles from the Canadian border, to buy a 1988 Honda Hawk GT 650 from an old man on a dairy farm. It was a former track bike, beat to hell, 30k miles, cut up, no title, but since it was Vermont, prior to the close of the Vermont Title Loophole, I was able to get one. But not before I rode it 2000 miles in six weeks on a Maine plate from 1982 that I bought on eBay. Turns out police in new england don’t give a flying fuck about motorcycles. I love that bike.
I’ve had several other motorcycles since then. Namely, a 1984 Harley Davidson Sportster XLX, aka an Ironhead, which has now become the Harleysaki, after I spent the winter of 2024-25 building it, and my first ever new vehicle purchase, a 2023 Royal Enfield Interceptor 650, which I bought because the Harley was broken more often than it worked. I also have two more Hawk Gts in my storage unit that need work, one with 38k, and one with 3k. A beat up rider and a showroom condition basically new bike. I love motorcycles.
The Harleysaki, and its previous life as Not a Kawasaki
OG Hawk above, new red hawk w/ Interceptor below. Blue hawk not pictured. Sorry.
Above, the Enfield in Duluth the weekend after I got it, in Juy of '24. Below, the Enfield on frozen lake on a freakishly warm Saturday in February of '26.
These are my motorcycles. More context incoming when I learn how to focus on doing something.