Your Motorcycle Stop
This may sound strange, but I regularly hang out with people I hardly know. I couldn’t tell you their names, what they do for a living, or about their personal lives. Our paths frequently cross on Sundays at the Rock Store—a famous gathering spot for Southern Californian motorcyclists—and the reason I know so little about them is that our topics of conversation focus nearly exclusively on motorcycles.
Ruminations from the Rock Store
"Meet me at the Rock Store” is something of an invitation to Vanaheim for motorcyclists. A star-studded congregation and their steel steeds meet faithfully on Sundays at Ed and Vern’s barn-wood café perched on Mulholland Highway.
Harley-Davison and Ducati do make great motorcycles for women as well. While some of our sisters are content to express their rebellious side with a sports car, others notice that anyone can drive a convertible without much in the way of special skills. Motorcycles are different.
Teutuls head west.
Small Block Motorcycle
My first impression of the Boss Hoss hit me on a Sunday morning when Jay Leno, in typically larger-than-life fashion, pulled up on the massive bike at the Rock Store. The strange conveyance brought to mind the Hooters corporate slogan: “Delightfully tacky yet unrefined.” In the Venn diagram of my mind, the hot wings and cleavage section doesn’t typically overlap with the motorcycle category, but “typical” bikes aren’t powered by small block Chevy V-8s, either.