Cowboys

I watched Pale Rider last night. Having had thoughts about John Wayne and his deputies in my last post, Clint Eastwood suddenly turned up and made me think even more about Cowboys.

Isn’t that just the image you want to create on  a Harley?

The lonesome Cowboy, just him and his horse and the endless horizon, never to be messed with when he enters the saloon.

Don’t we know it all? See it right in front of us?

No frontiers, American dream, no roots, no mercy.

Do all bikers crave the beauty of a life as wild as a cowboy’s?

Some do. I do.

But I am a woman.

“I wish I could grow a beard.” This thought flashed through my brain watching Clint Eastwood get on his horse, eyes like steel looking round.

The wish, spoken out loud, got a reply.  “The boys wouldn’t like it!”

The boys wouldn’t like it???

Why should I care what they like? On my Harley, I don’t. I refuse to be judged by their standards.

But what are my standards? How to be a female cowboy. With no beard! Well, theoretical beard.

Where are the strong mythical female figures? The tough chicks?

How can you be cool without a beard?

There is no myth to support us.

Pale rideresses???

No!

If we don’t want to be judged by male standards, we need to create our own.

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intense longing

I miss her. Think about her every day.

How could this mass of nuts and bolts, rubber and steel become a true part of me so quickly­? Flesh of my flesh.

Maybe that is the secret behind the myth. A Harley-Davidson has the power to stop being just an engine. It can become you. Part of you. Flesh of your flesh. You in your purest and most authentic form. The essence of you.

I miss her. I had to leave; it will be another month before I can go back. Will things be the same? The way I feel about her?

I ride another bike just now. In another country.  My old Suzuki Savage. Of course there is the joy of the ride, the surge of power, the taste of freedom. But I am not invincible now but an ordinary biker again.

Suzuki Savage

LS 650

I am a bunch of deputy sheriffs, not  John Wayne.

A realization dawns on me – there is no way back. You just can’t downsize anymore. Once you are part of the myth there is no other road you can take.

Owning a Harley-Davidson means there is only one way left to ride into the sunset.