October/November 1998
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by Kristin Leary |
I've
found that the best way to learn about a new city, its
customs, and their people, is to find a local pub. You belly
up to the bar and spend the evening shooting the breeze with
the bartenders and the local "Norm & Cliffs". As
I ordered the first of many pints of Guinness beer, I
noticed several individuals at the opposite end of the bar
looking not at me, but at my t-shirt. I didn't think
anything of it. I continued drinking my beer. My bartender
pal at the Quey's Pub in Galway, poured me another Guinness,
compliments of the t-shirt gawkers. Soon, they came over to
chat. They told me that my Excelsior-Henderson t-shirt got
their attention. Little
did I know, I'd be spending the entire evening talking with
these Irish motorcyclists about biking. It seems that no
matter where you are on the globe, if you find someone that
is a motorcyclist, you instantly connect. It
was funny to see how impressed these men were that I drove
my own bike. They were impressed for a few reasons: 1. It's
expensive. 2. It's dangerous. 3. It's not "lady-like".
It's
Expensive. Although many people in Europe have
motorcycles, many have very basic bikes with little chrome
or accessories. These Irishmen were quick to remind me that
they don't have the high volume of motorcycle shops in
Europe as in the States. Buying bikes and accessories
involves a lot of thought and a fat pocketbook or a lot of
debt--and not necessarily in that order. Many
of the bikes found in Ireland are imported in from the
United States. It's funny to hear the Irish speak about
Harley-Davidsons and Honda Gold Wings. They put American
made bikes on a pedestal. They speak of the quality, the
class, the unique look and the image they have while riding
an American bike. Not
many people own American bikes. They are just too expensive
for the average Irish biker to own. To put things into
perspective: an $18,000 Harley-Davidson in the U.S. would
sell in Ireland for approximately $27,000 American dollars!
It's amazing. But the American made motorcycles are the
craze there. You can see Nortons, Triumphs, and BMWs on
literally every street corner. But not bikes made in the
U.S.--you seldom see them. It's
Dangerous. For those of you who have been to Ireland,
you know what I mean already! I've never been in a country
or a city in the U.S. where the roads are as narrow as in
Ireland. They do not have a major interstate systems like we
do in the U.S. The back roads in Northern Minnesota would be
perceived as a major roadway in Ireland. These single lane
roads, lined with stone walls and overgrown bushes, are
quite an experience to travel on. Not only do the locals
drive like maniacs, nearly swiping the oncoming cars' side
mirrors, they drive on the other side of the road! Visiting
motorcyclists touring this area often find this a fun
challenge. So
you have the high speed, the single lane roads, and the
stone walls--could there be room for anything else to
interfere with a motorcyclist? Of course, the sheep! There
are sheep absolutely everywhere on the roads in Ireland. The
Irish men I was speaking with said that hitting sheep is
consistently one of the top five causes of motorcycle
accidents/deaths in Ireland each year. The next time you
drive by sheep grazing in their pens in Wisconsin, be
thankful. It's
Not "Lady-Like". When I heard that one, I almost fell
off my barstool laughing (or maybe it was the four Guinness
beers taking effect). Not "lady-like"--I didn't understand.
What isn't lady like about motorcycling? Is it that we don't
wear dresses or high heels when we ride or that we don't
shower for a few days when on long trips? I still am trying
to figure out that one. And when I do, I'll be sure to let
you know. Over
the ten days that I was in Ireland, I saw many women
passengers on touring bikes and sport bikes, but never once
in the driver's seat. Hopefully, in time, more women will
learn to ride and experience the difference between being on
the back seat to being in the front. After
hours of talking about motorcycling with these Irish bikers,
I was anxious to get back home to the United States to ride
my bike. As I left the pub, I promised my new Guinness
friends, that if I take an international work assignment in
Ireland, I'll be sure to bring along my bike. Even if it's
not "lady-like". M.M.M.
Last
month, I went on a business trip to Ireland for ten days.
Like most of these trips, I knew the days would be packed
with meetings, but the evenings would usually be open. Open
for me to explore a new city. Open for adventure and fun.
And open for anything to happen.
* This article originally
appeared in the October/November
1998 issue of Minnesota
Motorcycle Monthly.
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