ikeCorleone
New Member
Hello to all,
I was always into motorcycles for as long as I can remember, I blame my father for this. I remember him coming home in '93 with his brand new Harley, coolest thing I ever saw as an 8 Year old. I grew up in one of the more rural parts of eastern Suffolk county. We always had an atv or a dirtbike to ride, I loved that part of my child hood. As I grew up my love for things 2 wheeled grew with me, from dirtbikes to enduros to finally my own Harley. It was a Sporty, but it was all mine. I rode every chance I could, and with the increasing gas prices I rode even more. Until the one night....
I remember the night so well, it was one of those nights that you couldn't find a cloud if you sat there staring at the sky for an hour. I was supposed to meet up with my girlfriend for an Italian ice. Someone else had decided that I had enough sweets that day, and turned directly into the side of me. After 2 months in the hospital; three of those weeks in ICU, 15 surgeries all together. I emerged alive and with the brains to never to ride a motorcycle again...
So its been a year and a half now, and I think I'm finally ready to start getting behind the wheel again. I had to sell my Honda, I cant drive a manual transmission anymore due to the extensive nerve damage to my right lower leg. It really broke my heart selling that car, considering I bought it brand new at the time. So after a couple weeks of shopping around.... I found it!
I am now the proud owner of a 1973 Plymouth Duster. It was funny shopping for the car, people would ask "what kind of car did you have?'' "2008 Civic si" I would reply laughing.
I am not at all a mechanic, but thankfully my father is. I caught allot of crap buying such an old car from everyone. You would think they would be happy to find out that I don't want to sit at home for the rest of my life. Some people just don't think before they speak... The car isn't restored, and needs some loving, but again its all mine..
Be safe all,
Mike
I was always into motorcycles for as long as I can remember, I blame my father for this. I remember him coming home in '93 with his brand new Harley, coolest thing I ever saw as an 8 Year old. I grew up in one of the more rural parts of eastern Suffolk county. We always had an atv or a dirtbike to ride, I loved that part of my child hood. As I grew up my love for things 2 wheeled grew with me, from dirtbikes to enduros to finally my own Harley. It was a Sporty, but it was all mine. I rode every chance I could, and with the increasing gas prices I rode even more. Until the one night....
I remember the night so well, it was one of those nights that you couldn't find a cloud if you sat there staring at the sky for an hour. I was supposed to meet up with my girlfriend for an Italian ice. Someone else had decided that I had enough sweets that day, and turned directly into the side of me. After 2 months in the hospital; three of those weeks in ICU, 15 surgeries all together. I emerged alive and with the brains to never to ride a motorcycle again...
So its been a year and a half now, and I think I'm finally ready to start getting behind the wheel again. I had to sell my Honda, I cant drive a manual transmission anymore due to the extensive nerve damage to my right lower leg. It really broke my heart selling that car, considering I bought it brand new at the time. So after a couple weeks of shopping around.... I found it!
I am now the proud owner of a 1973 Plymouth Duster. It was funny shopping for the car, people would ask "what kind of car did you have?'' "2008 Civic si" I would reply laughing.
I am not at all a mechanic, but thankfully my father is. I caught allot of crap buying such an old car from everyone. You would think they would be happy to find out that I don't want to sit at home for the rest of my life. Some people just don't think before they speak... The car isn't restored, and needs some loving, but again its all mine..
Be safe all,
Mike
