Hello all, let me introduce myself!
I started riding at 20. When I come back from a ride, I’m already thinking about the next one. While I’m out riding, I forget about all the problems, or work through them. It is an experience worth living for, sometimes serene, sometimes exciting. This has pushed me towards adapting my life style towards accommodating the motorcycle in almost all facets of life. The motorcycle is probably one of the biggest defining factors in my life.
I’ve found there are two very distinct parts to me, – The Dandy and The Hooligan. They both strive for fun, and neither ever means any mal-intent. The Dandy is the slightly more boring, more civilized, and better dressed side individual. The Hooligan is the leather clad, speed junky. Thus, with two sides, I often find myself torn between the two, wondering which side is going to win out. The Dandooligan is born. So, then, what is a Dandooligan? A properly dressed, properly civilized (but not overly so), properly mannered person striving to grab every day by the scruff of the neck and wrestle it to the ground until both are tired ready for bed… *pant*
A person to squeeze the very last drop from the lemon, ’cause lemonade is delicious! The kind of guy who can fix most things with duct-tape, bailing wire, and a pair of pliers – in Sunday church dress. A juxtaposition, a mash-up of unlikely things, a self-contradiction, a wonderfully grand ol’ time! Yabber yabber yabber, loud exhausts and cocktail parties with champagne and trinkling piano music in the background.
You get the idea. Following from the name, I must also disclaim that I love words and view the English language is just another tool to communicate. Although I usually know how to spell a word, and which words aren’t words, I like to bash or carefully graft them together to create the proper feeling, so you might see some very interesting words pass this way.
Thank you for reading, and all the best in your own journey to make every breath a victory over death stayed!