Wrenching, Riding and Retirement

Hello my loyal MotoReaders! It’s been a few months and if you’re a regular reader of my little corner of the ole interwebs, then you may be wondering what I’ve been doing lately, and more importantly, what I’ve decided to do.

Well, wonder no more my friends! For those just tuning in, I’ll refer you to some past posts here, here and here, so that you can get caught up. Go ahead and click those links and come back when you’re done… I’ll wait. 

Back already? Great! Now that you’re all caught up, let’s get into it. 

Retirement

I’ve made the difficult decision to retire from my payin’ gig. Not only have I made the decision, but I’ve also started, and finished, the whole process. I’m still on the books for now, as I use some extra  leave time that I had accrued because, if I don’t use it, I’ll lose it.

Now, before you ask, no- I’m not some old fart that’s near death and headed to the old folks’ home…I’m still “relatively” young(ish). I’m what some folks might call middle aged… but, as old as that may be to some of you young MotoReaders, I still have a lot of years left in me… at least I hope I do… but I digress. So, one question you may be asking is, “if you’re still young-ish, why are you retiring from your payin’ gig?” Great question… and to be completely honest with you all… I still have plenty of energy, strength and mental fortitude to keep doing it… but I’m tired. Exhausted is actually a better word. Mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. While my payin’ gig has paid the bills for nearly 25 years, it hasn’t always been easy. I won’t get into all of the details here, not now anyway, but suffice to say that the number one reason why I’m retiring….is as simple as this- because I can. I have served my time and I have reached the finish line. Sure, I could keep going (like a lot of others do), but for me- in the position I’m in, doing the work that I’m doing, it behooves me to know when to hang it up. Staying past my retirement date would just be pushing my luck and taking unnecessary risks- risks that the lovely Mrs. MotoWriter does not want me to take. If I were in a comfy office 5 days a week, it might be a different story… but with what I do every day… like the late, great Kenny Rogers once sang, “…you’ve got to know when to walk away…”. 

Riding

One truly awesome part of my payin’ gig is… er… was….getting paid to ride a motorcycle. Let me tell you- I had a lot of fun getting paid to ride Harley-Davidson Electra Glide motorcycles for the past few years. My boss even sent me to Milwaukee to learn how to work on them… yeah, I have a pretty cool boss. So, you may be wondering (again), why would I leave a job that pays me to ride Harleys? Well, that’s pretty simple, too- when I retire, I’m still going to be getting paid… and I have my own Harleys that I can, and will, ride. Not to mention, I’ll have all the time I want and need, to be able to ride them. You see, riding for work, while a lot of fun, is still work. I like to use, what I call the “Donut Shop”, analogy for things like this. The Donut Shop analogy goes like this… I like donuts- they are fun to eat, heavenly to smell and they taste fantastic. But, I wouldn’t want to work in a donut shop, because I’d eventually get sick of eating them, sick of smelling them, and I’d get tired of making them. Working in a donut shop would eventually make me lose my appetite for those golden rings of goodness. Most of the time, if you try to make a living out of doing what you love, you will eventually grow weary of it, and your love of it will most likely begin to fade. Now, obviously, that’s not always the case… but why risk it? The other drawback to riding for work, is that I have… um, had…to work a lot more hours, and a lot more days and nights, than most of my peers. I’m not complaining, mind you, just explaining. By hanging up those motorcycle keys, I get to pick mine back up…and I get to go wherever I want, whenever I want.

I’ve already got a few trips planned, too so keep an eye out for me and say hello if you see me come through your town. First up- I’m planning a long-overdue trip to see my good friend and his wife. I’m also planning a motorcycle road trip with my first born son and I’m looking forward to spending some quality time with my baby boy, and working on some long overdue projects. Most importantly, I’m looking forward to making up for a lot of lost time with the lovely Mrs. MotoWriter… whenever she is off from work, that is. Needless to say, the MotoWriter scooters are going to be racking up a lot of miles over the next few months. After that, who knows…maybe I’ll go back to work part time and get paid to ride (and wrench on) motorcycles again. 

One thing I do plan on doing for sure, though…is teaching new riders. Being an instructor for the past few years has given me an incredible sense of fulfillment. Seeing someone with little or no knowledge about motorcycles become a confident and proficient rider is an indescribable feeling! Just knowing that you have given someone the knowledge and confidence to operate a “freedom machine” is awesome. I’ve got a few job prospects for teaching motorcycle classes… but I won’t get into any of that just yet- we’ll have to wait and see if any of them pan out, first.

Wrenching

Several years ago, I wrote a slideshow piece for H-D Forums, about wrenching your own rides. I’ve always believed that wrenching on your own vehicles is the best way to learn them. An added benefit to doing your own work is learning how it works, and gaining the confidence to keep it running. Not to mention, you know it’s done right and, if you are competent, you get to save some money by doing it yourself. Now, not everyone has the time, ability, confidence, or competence to do their own work. Other people simply don’t want to, and that’s perfectly okay, too… because that’s where I come in. Now, this sort of happened extemporaneously, but…regardless of how it happened, I’ve found myself knee deep in working on motorcycles for other people lately. 

Because I have always worked on my own vehicles and had the tools and equipment to do it, I would occasionally have friends ask for help with their bikes. Fast forward a bit and my ability, and willingness, to work on motorcycles would lead to, as I mentioned earlier, my boss sending me to some classes in Milwaukee to make it official. After word started to spread that I was wrenching on the bikes at work, the personal requests started coming in. So far, in the past year- I’ve had five different motorcycles on my lift at home. A few were favors for friends, one earned me a couple hundred bucks, and another earned me a nice fat “I.O.U.” Not exactly the best business model, I’ll admit… but to be completely honest, I’m not trying to go into the business of motorcycle mechanics- I’m just trying to help some friends, and friends of friends, keep their machines running strong and safe. Not to mention, I find diagnosing, repairing and maintaining motorcycles to be a very enjoyable pastime. So much so that I recently bought a tire machine and balancer (MotoReview of those coming up soon) so that I can do even more maintenance work on scooters. Besides, having the ability to mount and balance my own tires is going to save me a ton of time and money… and being able to mount and balance tires for other folks… well, let’s just say that will hopefully help me pay for my new equipment.

So, what’s next?

Well, to be honest- I actually don’t know. But, I will tell you this… I’m too young and way too active to just be “retired” in the typical sense of the word. So, with that, I’m going to take a few months and get caught up on some long overdue projects and get a helluva lot of riding in. I’m most likely going to fix a couple (or a few) motorcycles and hopefully earn myself some beer money (I can’t pay for my High Life with I.O.U.s, after all) and I’m really hoping that I’ll be able to finish writing this (first) novel. After a few months of that, I suspect that I’ll most likely re-enter the work force and wait for Mrs. MotoWriter to retire so that we can do whatever kind of stuff that older retired people do.

Final Thoughts

Retirement is kind of scary, to be honest. Especially from the line of work that I’m leaving behind because you never truly leave it. But, after having coffee with some friends and getting some insight and wisdom from a long time friend and mentor of mine, I got the reassurance that I needed to go through with it… and feel good about it. In this life, we can make as much, or as little, money as we want or need. We can buy cars, houses, motorcycles and we can collect just about anything we set our minds to. But there’s one thing that is more valuable than all of that stuff combined and multiplied by a thousand- and that one thing is time. We have a finite amount of it, and unfortunately, the amount that we have left is totally unknown to us. When contemplating your own decisions in life, I ask that you weigh and measure those things that you seek, whatever they may be, not with the dollar amount of money that they may cost, but rather- with the time that they will cost you. How many hours of work will you have to put in, to earn enough money to buy it? Because that’s the true cost. 

I’m looking forward to writing those MotoReviews for you guys in the next few weeks, and I’m anticipating some bad, but hopefully a majority of good, days in my near future. In the meantime, please take a moment to look around you and be thankful for the blessing of a new day because, as I saw hundreds (or maybe even thousands) of times over the course of my, soon to be former, career… each day that we wake up with breath in our lungs is a new opportunity to change our lives for the better, because many, many, many people… don’t get that chance.

Until next time, my loyal MotoReaders… stay safe and make good choices! 

Hold my beer!

How did I wind up here?

Many, many… many moons ago, I began wrenching. I suppose it started with my first bicycle that, as best as I can remember it- my parents bought for me, from a local guy that took different bikes and put them together to make pretty cool, custom built bikes. Now, there wasn’t a “custom bicycle scene” back then, no, this was back in the late 1970’s and a custom built bike was cheaper than a mainstream bike like a Schwinn, Huffy or Mongoose. I didn’t truly appreciate it until years later, when I realized that it was a one-off bike and that no one else had one like it. I still have it, by the way. 

Back then, a kid’s bike was his ticket to explore the world. We could go as far as our little legs would take us, as long as we were back home by the time the street lights came on. It was awesome growing up in the ‘80’s- no cell phones, no computers, and no video games (yeah, we had Atari, but we weren’t that interested in being inside when there was a whole world of stuff to get into). We climbed trees, went fishing, looked for weird bugs and played in the dirt- life was grand and summers were the best time of the year. 

But, even the best bikes got flat tires and, we were at a time in our lives when we were growing… so dad’s tool box was one of our best resources to fix those flat tires, tighten the chains and adjust the seat heights and handlebars of our trusty steeds. My dad’s Craftsman tool chest was the best, too. Before I was born, dad worked as a welder and a mechanic and he had a tool for just about any job. When we moved South, dad had to sell off a lot of his heavy-duty stuff, but he kept the essentials and I grew up using those tools, as much as (or maybe even more than) he did. I went from turning wrenches on my bikes, to working on go-carts, dirt bikes, and ultimately- my cars.

Growing up

I’m not a mechanic, not by trade, anyway… not anymore. I grew up in a single-income household, so we didn’t have a lot of money. Don’t get me wrong- it was glorious- dad worked and supported the family while mom stayed home and took care of the house, the kids, the meals and keeping it all together. They worked together- each doing their part and both making sacrifices to ensure the overall success and happiness of the family. As a result, we never went hungry, we grew up close and we grew up with a sense of security. But, not having much money, meant that we didn’t have a lot of material things- our cars were older and dad was the repairman for, quite literally, everything that broke- appliances, cars, lawnmowers, you name it. You see, when you don’t have a lot of money, you have to do be the mechanic, the contractor, the electrician, the plumber, the cook… you get the idea. As a result, each of us kids learned a little about everything, and a lot about some things. I took to mechanical work like a duck to water. I found an incredible sense of gratification from replacing a water pump, or rebuilding a carburetor. It seemed to come naturally to me… I didn’t mind getting grease on my hands or busting my knuckles on an exhaust manifold. In fact, I considered it a badge of honor. In junior high, I met a girl that I knew was going to be my wife one day, and by graduation, she was my girl and she knew it, too. 

I didn’t have any real plans for the future, but I knew I was good at mechanic work, so for our first anniversary, she bought me a huge Craftsman mechanic’s tool set! I worked a few jobs after high school, a couple of them being a non-certified mechanic jobs at local shops. I enjoyed them, but as life tends to do, my career goals changed and I found myself trying out a few different jobs and ultimately, found myself being called to a “job” that would ultimately become my career for the next 24 years. I never gave up wrenching though- from oil changes and brake replacements on the family trucksters, to body work on wrecked vehicles, to repairing and maintaining motorcycles- all using that same tool set that she bought me all those years ago… with a few extras that were added along the way.

A couple of years ago, I was able to convince my boss to send me to Harley-Davidson University in Milwaukee for some motorcycle tech schools. Those classes not only helped me in maintaining our motorcycles at work, but they have also given me the knowledge, confidence and experience to work on my personal bikes, and the bikes of friends, too. I’ve also been blessed with becoming a certified motorcycle operator and instructor… something that has benefited me a hundred times over.

Hold my beer

One of my fondest memories as a kid, was dad saying “hold my beer” as he showed me how to fix something. I would hold his beer, as he showed me what to do, then he’d say, “now, your turn.” I’d finish replacing the brakes, or the alternator, or whatever it was that we were working on, as he carefully watched (and often corrected me) to make sure I did it right. The feeling of accomplishment when the job was done was incredible! The “I did that” feeling is something that I still chase to this day. In my chosen career, it’s not the same. The “things” I have had to try to fix over the course of my career, aren’t often tangible things…not like replacing brakes or rebuilding a carburetor. 

Over the past few years, though, my reputation for being “the motorcycle guy” and someone that is pretty handy with a set of wrenches, has given me the opportunity to recapture that feeling, once again. Several years ago, I bought a second-hand air-over-hydraulic motorcycle lift in order to help me work on my personal motorcycles. Having a lift makes all the difference, by the way. If you’re one that does his/her own maintenance… it will pay for itself after just a few riding seasons. With my reputation of working on my own bikes, my experience working on the bikes at work, and my passion for two-wheelers, I’ve had several friends, and friends of friends, reach out for help on their bikes. As I’ve been able, I’ve been happy to help. For a friend of a friend, I’ll charge a reasonable fee for my time, but for a friend, I’m hesitant to ask for any money. I wasn’t raised to try to profit from friends or family. Now, to be completely honest, that’s been to my detriment more than once, but I counted those as lessons learned and sometimes, a lesson learned is more valuable than money. 

As a dad, I’ve been able to see my sons apply those “hold my beer” lessons they got growing up, to their own adult lives. My oldest  has decided to put his repair skills to work as a professional automotive (and soon to be motorcycle) mechanic and my youngest, has applied his repair skills to a profession that allows him to fix people. I don’t think I could be more proud of the men they’ve become, and I know my dad was, and would be, proud of them, too. 

The next chapter

As my current career path (my “payin’ gig”, as I call it), nears it’s natural end, I’m looking toward the future with anticipation of what’s to come. I have a couple of prospective job offers that I’m hoping will pan out, because honestly, they would be awesome. I’m also looking forward to doing a lot more writing and a lot more riding. I can even see myself doing a bit more work in my garage, earning a little beer money and maybe even having some “hold my beer” lessons with my friends who want to learn how to wrench on their own bikes. I’m even looking forward to going to work, part-time, working on motorcycles (and getting paid to ride them, again) and hopefully, being able to teach new riders once again.

Regardless of what pans out over the next few months, or what doesn’t… I’ll still keep turning wrenches, twisting throttles and sharing my experiences with my loyal MotoReaders. 

Until next time…

Ride safe and “hold my beer.”