I've been doing alot of thinking lately about perceptions, stereotypes, and asssumptions. I've been thinking how people want to live their lives and just want to be left alone to enjoy their families and friends. I worry about the self-appointed demigods who want to legislate our lifestyles, our bedrooms, our safety, and our diets.
A very small part of this is the perception of bikers. So, to do my part, I thought I'd give you a typical biker day. This is our day,
Chainsaw and GirlGeek's day.

We get up at 5:00 A.M., which is mighty early when you consider all the terrorizing and pillaging we had to do the night before. Of course, this time of year the pillaging is at a minimum. We're just a'waitin' for Spring. I usually awake before the alarm, turn on the coffee, grab a smoke, and check the usual news websites and my favorite blogs. Chainsaw stumbles out at the sound of the alarm, pees, and grabs and smoke and a Diet Dr. Pepper. He's out the door to his welding job at 6:00, I follow out the door at about 6:25.
We do our job things...I catch the 6:51 (or thereabouts) R-2 to Philly, get there about 7:45 and go to my favorite street vendor (Lou and Betsy) for a ham-egg-and-cheese-on-a-roll-salt-pepper-no-catsup and a large coffee. Chainsaw and I both do our time in the rat race. He gets home around 4PM, I vary between 5:30 and 6:30. It's a long train ride.
Working for the man is what keep the lights burning, at least for now. Our real love is riding, and our committment to biker, veteran, and liberty issues. When I get home, Chainsaw has already been working on the site he maintaines for
ABATE, and has been yapping with our
Patriot Guard Riders friends: Wolfman, Codman, Little Sister, R12Guy, Lutz, and AngryInch. He's probably also been talking to
Larry the Rolling Sportsman of Newark who has become a good friend. I roll in the door, pour a glass of wine, deal with e-mail, check the news and blogs again (which I do all day at work, but I'm a junkie and nothing's shakin' at the job), and try to chill.
Now, here is the most important part of the evening. All bikers do this. At 6:55 PM, all work ceases and we watch Jeopardy. It's a must. We're addicted. We try to outdo each other, and our favorite thing of late is to go "all in" on Final Jeopardy. If you play any poker, you might guess that this means that we see the category and yell out our answer before we even see the question. For example, with a category of "Famous Film Duos", I might say "Laurel and Hardy" and Chainsaw might say "Fred and Ginger". It's amazing how it works out sometimes.
After Jeopardy, our fun and games are pretty much over unless there is a Quentin Tarrantino movie on. We're still waiting for My Name is Earl to come back. We talk about what we need to get done over the weekend, what food is in the house, strategies for different projects we're working on, and how we're glad the people across the hall moved out.
In between all the stuff so far, we've been a cookin' something on the stove. We eat some, chill out, and Chainsaw tells me more about welding than I ever needed to know. We try not to fall asleep on the couch, since we're getting up in years and it hurts our bones to do that. If we make the bed early there might be a chance for a little hootchie-kootchie, but more than likely we're too dang tired.

So, there it is: a typical biker day. Oh, I left out alot of stuff. Our home is like CNN on steroids: we discuss, argue, agree, and in between all that happen to love each other very much. It's a funny thing, that love thing. A damn funny thing.
And aside from all that, we like to have our fun. Most all of it surrounds political issues, but we find that to be a gas. Who would suspect?
So, the next time you see some biker-trash riding by, just wonder.
Do they watch Jeapordy, and did they get the final answer last night? You never know, maybe we did.