It can continue unabated, unabashed.
No mere sideline, but full fascination, a flimsy fetish.
The ebb and flow of makes and models, a favorite here, disposing there.
One considered a time without, neither comprehensible nor desired.
But stopped in my tracks, a particular type of frame, a keeper of the flame
did alter perceptions, reactions, foreseeable anticipation based on fact and reputation.
The waves of activity became less frequent, less severe, dependent on weather
and whether there was time to indulge in the advances of the era.
Ancient steel from new fires, angles formed from an unbridled mind.
Approached from the past, coincidental to the future, available in the now.
The dozens down to a parcel, the packet down to few,
Particulars now the focus of my life riding anew.
In other words, a bunch of bikes, then one that changed things, and now a lot less.
For everyone, it's different. Either the hobby continues, or something changes it.
Last edited by RobbieTunes; 03-05-15 at 07:40 AM.