I'm Game

I’M Game

A while back I was watching a show featuring Joe Namath. He was promoting his new book and was going to be in our area in time for the Christmas sales. I couldn’t wait to get in line to buy one.

I like Joe Namath. He has a great success story to share. His talent is legendary.  His activities on and off the field sold millions of papers and tickets to his games.

 I have followed Joe’s career since he was Alabama’s Star Quarterback and I must say it has been interesting.  I was proud of him last year when He went back to school last to finish his degree.  This action said a lot for his determination to finish what he starts.

Thinking it over, it is not his talent or looks or personality I like. I like his downright honesty. He doesn’t make excuses for the young and foolish things he’s done or the older mistakes. He admits to them and moves on. I guess the thing I liked most about the TV interview when asked about women seeking him out, he looked right into the camera and said “I’m Game”.  I thought to myself, go for it Joe!

If you have just started riding a motorcycle, whether you are a teen-ager, ”thirtysomething “ or in mid-life, Take these two works and make them your motto.  You will need this attitude.

Riding a motorcycle is a learning experience.  You have power under your hands you have not dreamed of.  Riding along, you can feel the power race through your body as you slip it a little gas, feel the wind rip through your clothes, and immediately you know just a small part of what a Nascar racer feels every time he revs it up. Like Joe, get game.

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One of the first things to expect, when you are new to riding, is a wipe-out.  If you have been fortunate to avoid this terror of the road, count yourself very lucky. I sure remember the first one I experienced. Back in the early sixties, my brother came home one day with a brand new Cushman Motor scooter.  He had never driven one in his life, but from the dealership to home, he had become an expert. I hopped on the back like a seasoned pro. We went two blocks hit gravel, and wiped out all over the alley. It looked like a blood bath had taken place.

Neither of us had on helmets. (No helmet laws at that time)We were wearing our everyday clothes. He had on a sleeveless shirt and jeans and I had on a blouse and skirt.  My legs and arms had gravel embedded in them.  My Dad worked about two hours to pick it out with tweezers. My Mother worked on my bottom, which had scrapes 3inches long and gravel hid in unmentionable places. Fortunately, I protected my head, when I was tossed off, with my hands and only broke my glasses. My hands looked like a meat grinder had got a hold of them.

My Brother came out no better. He was not thrown from the bike as I was, instead went down with it sliding until it quit. His leg got a nasty cut and burn from the pipe. His hands looked like mine and his head had hit the big windshield and he had a nasty bump. We were both bleeding and hurt .He righted the bike and darn if we didn’t get back on and ride home very slowly. The scooter was making a puttering sound.

 We felt scared. We were afraid we had torn up the new bike. Back then insurance was unheard of. My Brother had sold his old car to buy the scooter.  On the ride home I didn’t think of the pain at all. I thought about how he was going to get to work and school.  Most of all I was dreading what our parents were going to say to this new teenage disaster.  I was pretty sure my Dad was going to kill me for being on the bike. Girls just did not do those type of things. It was not ladylike. Bless his heart he had a long road to hoe with me.

 In reality, the only real damage turned out to be to us and the windshield, which was cracked. Puttering sound turned out to be no big deal.  We felt stupid. We had let the machine defeat us once, but it was never going to happen again. Did it? Sure.  Until you master the ins and outs of man and machine the machine is going to get its way occasionally. Expect it. Learn from the mistake. Ride slower and off busy streets until you feel you are on top of the game. In the meantime keep Joe’s attitude of “I’m game” in front of you. Whatever comes up, you can do it.

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