Monthly Archives: November 2014

Happy Thanksgiving day, everyone!

As with last year, I’m on-call for work today, from 6am to 6am tomorrow morning, and like last year, all is quiet. I’m having a very nice day, spending it with my wife and brother and cat. My brother made it known that he wanted to cook today, and so we obliged; he’s making what smells to be an absolutely delicious Chicken Satay, with which we’ll be having an herbed version of Kasha Varnishkas, a quick-fry sauté of green beans, pea shoots and sage leaves with garlic, and garlic bread. Everyone in the household is relaxed and mellow. Our families are doing well enough, and most of my friends appear to be enjoying themselves (from the few posts else-net I’ve seen).

I hope all of you have a great time today and for the rest of the weekend!

I’m disgusted and outraged.

I cannot accept the #Ferguson grand jury’s decision not to indict Officer Darren Wilson. I can’t condone the violent protests there, but neither can I condemn them. I think to myself, “what if the cops were going after Jewish men & boys?” (I’m Jewish, for the record).

Where can you go for justice if the society you live in denies you that justice? How can anyone reasonably expect calm on the part of the protestors under these circumstances? I just hope no one else dies as a result.

So, I ran across this spectacular custom sidecar rig… (this is a rant about sexism, actually)

This is it:

Spectacular, yes?

Anyone who knows my taste in motorcycles and is reading this is likely very surprised at this point; I’m not known as a particular fan of Harley-Davidson. But this thing? It works on all levels for me. I’d happily ride the wheels off of it, assuming I could afford to build or buy it or a copy.

But I just skimmed the article; I was looking at the photos contained therein, and the last one… ..the last one is of a scantily clad woman, posing with the bike (go look if you want).

Now, most of you reading this also know that in general, I have no particular objection to scantily clad models of any gender. But why the fuck is that photo even there? I know, I know – it’s an old, old trope that goes back at least as far as Easyriders magazine. That doesn’t excuse it. It doesn’t add anything to the aesthetics of the bike itself, it objectifies women, especially women of a certain body type, turning them into just another accessory the a “biker” should own. It’s old, outdated thinking, and the attitudes behind it gives rise to the same shit that’s powering GamerGate and various related obnoxia, the general social discrimination against women, and via that, discrimination against GLBT folk. I know that I’m likely preaching to the choir here, but isn’t it time to give it a bloody rest? Do we, as motorcyclists need any more examples of this? Can we just fucking move on, and talk about the machinery? And perhaps talk about how to end the rampant inequality in our society, instead of paying asswipes like Cyril Huze to keep the status quo going?

Fuck.

So, if anyone was wondering, this kind of thing is why I do not consider myself a “biker”, nor will I ever.