No riding Bitch
Last week I had to catch up with some outdoor chores. As a way to keep my mind occupied while doing the mundane, I listen to talk radio. It was Sunday so the programming was all rebroadcasts, but that’s OK because I work during the week, which means it’s all fresh for me.
When I tuned in, the conversation was already going. The subject was about how most Americans today are raised too safe. It’s a product of woke society, and it serves to emasculate. A society full of men who won’t fight because they’re afraid, is easier to control.
An interesting point was raised, that you never see a man riding on the back of a Harley. Harley riders, usually older men, always ride with the woman on the back, never the other way around. Today’s men, who might be more inclined to ride on the back of a motorcycle with a woman in front, don’t because they’re too afraid to get on a motorcycle in the first place.
Frankly, I never thought of it like that, but there’s a whole lot of truth there. And I know what I’m talking about because I’ve been riding motorcycles for decades.
FYI, this is a bagger, a cruiser motorcycle with saddlebags. And NO, I have never ridden bitch. The term Riding Bitch is not derogatory; it simply means riding on the back seat.
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Now, before you sport bike riders get all bent out of shape, I know that younger men, with the proper levels of testosterone, ride sport bikes. And they don’t ride on the back.
Here’s my shout-out. It’s guys like you that we Baggers (motorcycle terminology for bagger riders) are depending on to save the day and defend this country in the future.
Now let’s shift gears.
In no way am I saying women shouldn’t ride motorcycles. But I am saying that when riding two-up, a woman’s place by design, is on the back seat.
… but try to imagine this image in reverse … then immediately perish the thought.
PS – The difference in generations:
Almost nobody under the age of twelve these days has a tree house. Instead, they have X-boxes or PS-(whatever). They interact with their friends online and they aren’t even in the same room. It’s all very … interactive.
When I was a kid, I built a treehouse in my backyard. It was where I went to hang out with my friends or to just be alone. I built it all by myself and when I did, I purposely left out a ladder. In order to gain entrance to my treehouse, you had to climb the tree. We were active.
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