Motodromomania - a real neurosis?

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I just started reading On The Road - Successful Motorcycle Touring by Dr. Gregory W. Frazier. On the 2nd page of the book there is a paragraph about a mental disorder that goes like this…

Motodromomania: An extreme form of a psychological disorder associated with motorcycle touring, also known as two-wheel vagabond neurosis. It is classified in the catagory of impulse control disorders. Those diagnosed with this disorder have an abnormal impulse to travel by motorcycle; they often spend beyond their means and sacrifice lovers, jobs, and security in their lust for new two-wheel touring experiences. Motodromomaniacs feel more alive when traveling and no sooner return from a tour than they start planning their next tour. Much of their waking thoughts are spent fantasizing and talking about motorcycle touring and often their nocturnal dreams are filled.”

No kidding that’s what Dr. Frazier wrote so it must be a real disorder.

This hard cover book is only available through the Motorcycle Riders Club of America Riders Club Library and only cost me $9.00

I’ll do a post about the book after I’m done reading it and tell you more about the Riders Club.

You can purchase and read Riding The World also by Dr. Gregory W. Frazier. The Doc has traveled around the globe 4 times by motorcycle. I’m sure this will be a good read.

Vintage Motorcycle Hill Climb Video

Jesper Bram, publisher of Helmet Hair Motorcycle Blog, finds the coolest motorcycle video’s. Not sure how he does it, but you have to check out this movie clip from a 1930’s motorcycle hill climb competition. Click here to see an excellent quality B&W clip of vintage bike racing.

My First HOG: The Painted Pig

My first Harley Davidson motorcycle

You never forget your first! Your first beer, your first girl, your first kiss, your “first time”, your first wife, your first divorce, your first Harley, the list goes on. Here is a story about my first Harley which is similar to the story of my first wife, and my second wife too for that matter!


My first Harley was a story of love and heartbreak. We had some great times together, but the relationship ended in an expensive break up. Not much different than my first two marriages. I lost more on the bike than I did on the two divorces combined. [Read more →]

Discovery Channel Addict & Motorcycle Mania

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I grew up on dirtbikes. As a practical adult I resisted the urge to ride until the Discovery Channel awoke the rider within me. Now I spend all my time and money on riding! Damn cable TV!

I blame the Discovery Channel! I thought motorcycling was something I did as a kid and had outgrown. I survived my youth on dirtbikes without serious injury and had moved on with my life. Every spring I would get a tiny tiny itch to ride but it would come and go quickly. Then I started to watch the Discovery Channel. I had seen Motorcycle Mania with Jesse James a few times. I watched the lunacy known as American Chopper quite often. But I lived for Biker Build Off! I was hooked from the day I saw Perewitz vs Lane. Watching the super stars of bike building became an addiction. Dave Perewitz represented my home team being that I’m originally from Massachusetts. I came to worship Billy Lane,  Russel Mitchell and Indian Larry. I read and memorized the profile of every builder in Tom Zimberoff’s book Art of The Chopper. I would travel great distances to have the master bike builders sign my Zimberoff book at bike shows. I got autographs from Matt Hotch and Eddie Trotta. I spoke with Perewitz and Lane. I had a few drinks with Russell Mitchell and Paul Yaffe in Ocean City, Maryland during Delamarva Bike Week. I met Indian Larry at a tattoo show in Atlantic City one month before his fatal accident. I yearned to own a bike as cool as the bikes they built.I dreamed of thundering into town on a loud stretched custom with chrome and paint that would shock everyone.  The hottest babes would compete for my attention and beg for a ride. I would take off out of town with a super model holding me tight. We would ride off into the desert as the sun set. I would be the coolest dude ever if I had a customized Harley or chopper. I had become a die hard biker wanna be! It was all because of the damned Discovery Channel! [Read more →]