I ride my bike year round.Â My bike is a work horse, not a show pony.Â I have a perpetual tan on my arms from the shoulders down.Â I go to bike rallies, biker bars, and poker runs.Â It is more than just an image, it is a way of life.
That said, I also love music.Â I was in show choir in high school.Â I was a member of the Oklahoma City Metro Menâ€™s Chorus.Â I sing karaoke on occasion.
Recently, those two worlds have been in conflict because of a simple little MP3 player.Â I discovered that I could listen to my MP3 player while on the bike.Â You would think that I would be smart and stick with Steppenwolfe or George Thorogood.Â Bad to the Bone or Born to Be Wild would have been fine.Â But alas, no.Â No, I had to load my MP3 player with, not only Steppenwolfe, Thorogood, The Who, etc., but also the sound track to The Sound of Music and My Fair Lady.Â Jewel and Madonna also reside on my playlist, right alongside Ozzy and Mickey Mouse.Â Yes, my love of music had me cruising and singing along.Â All was well until I forgot to turn it off as I went into work.Â It is hard to be taken seriously as a bad boy biker when you walk in dressed in leathers singing â€œWouldnâ€™t It Be Lovelyâ€ along with Eliza Doolittle.
â€œSomeoneâ€™s head restinâ€™ on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldnâ€™t it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly. â€œ