{"id":62008,"date":"2026-10-06T05:26:25","date_gmt":"2026-10-06T05:26:25","guid":{"rendered":"urn:motra-oct3:LSB:8"},"modified":"2026-10-09T21:19:23","modified_gmt":"2026-10-09T21:19:23","slug":"lsb-lsb-first-ed-june-2003-see-the-world-from-my-harley-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/?p=62008","title":{"rendered":"Around the Bend"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>By Carmen Juch<\/strong><br>LoneStarBiker \u2014 First Edition<br>Printed pages: 34-35<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As another birthday looms and I am reaching the &quot;age&quot;, you might know the one I speak of, when you come to that special realization that you have already looked the best you ever will and the future is promising &#8230; but only twinges and aches&#8230;I find I remember the weirdest stuff. The name of the teacher in 4th grade that ended up being locked in the looney bin the year AFTER I had her (Mrs. Aubrey), the truant officers showing up to give me a special escort back to school (how special is THAT?), the boyfriend dated only because he had a Harley and was in a band (TRUE love). All the weirdness that combines to be our lives suddenly is H-I-S-T-O-R-Y. And in my world, it all is set to music.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Every mania, every craze, every party, every THING has a song tied to it and lately, the song; Motorcycle Momma by Sailcat has been in my head. Do you remember that song from 1972? (Careful, if you do, then your age is showing)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Tell your daddy and your momma too<br>You&#x27;ve got something better to do<br>Stick around the house the rest of your life<br>You&#x27;re 18 you can do what you like<br>You&#x27;ll be the queen of the highway<br>My Motorcycle Momma<br>And we&#x27;ll see the world from my Harley<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That was one of those songs that I aspired to become, a sacred song if you will. Ah, the freedom that represented to a 13 year old. Wind and sun in your face (pre-fear of winkles), hair blowing back, arms tight around that &quot;wild&quot; boy, headed down the road, destination: unknown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I wanted to BE that Motorcycle Momma and upon entering the dreadful &quot;teens&quot; it became my ambition, my purpose in life. In a way, looking back now it&#x27;s clear that song gave me an &quot;anthem&quot;, carrying me, struggling, on the path to the &quot;me&quot; today. Along the way to becoming the &quot;Queen of the Highway&quot; (and I have the tiara to prove it) I had a lot of fun because of that choice to be involved in the &quot;Bike Life&quot;. And it WAS different in that era. There was also a lot of stupid dumb luck that kept me alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We&#x27;ll get matching jackets and helmets too<br>We&#x27;ll get respect from the towns we ride through<br>We&#x27;ll sleep at the roadside in the soft green grass<br>And if the squares go by we&#x27;ll let them pass<br>You&#x27;ll be the queen of the highway<br>My Motorcycle Momma<br>And we&#x27;ll see the world from my Harley<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">See the world from a Harley. I can&#x27;t help but wonder if the 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Aubrey, would have enjoyed life more and missed spending her last years in the looney cartoony sanatorium had she made the decision to &quot;see the world from a Harley&quot;. I admit that my friends who ride are a bit, shall we say, crazy? But crazy in a good way, the way the thesaurus characterizes it: &quot;wild, passionate, eccentric&quot;.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We have an excellent existence and the bike is a part of the pleasure in our days, our months, and our years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I, for one, know that life would not have been as exhilarating and pleasurable had I seen the world any other way, and I might have been rooming with Mrs. Aubrey had I chosen any other pathway. Fortunately I chose an anthem that is amazingly thrilling&#8230;what about you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And we&#x27;ll see the world from my Harley<br>And we&#x27;ll see the world from my Harley<br>And we&#x27;ll see the world from my Harley<br>If the chain don&#x27;t break &#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Vroooooooooooommm<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Get out and RIDE!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Carmen Juch<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\"><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Carmen JuchLoneStarBiker \u2014 First EditionPrinted pages: 34-35 As another birthday looms and I am reaching the &quot;age&quot;, you might know the one I speak of, when you come to that special realization that you have already looked the best you ever will and the future is promising &#8230; but only twinges and aches&#8230;I find &#8230; <a title=\"Around the Bend\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/?p=62008\" aria-label=\"Read more about Around the Bend\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":900707,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[151],"tags":[144,397],"class_list":["post-62008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories","tag-lsb-first-edition","tag-s045"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62008"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":900545,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62008\/revisions\/900545"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/900707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=62008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/motorcyclesontheroadagain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=62008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}