I seem to have somewhat of a reputation for being happier in the saddle than behind the wheel. I’d certainly have to say it’s completely true, even if that wasn’t always the case. I always loved to drive, and did a fair amount of long distance driving when I was younger. In fact, I really enjoyed driving at night as there was little to no traffic on the road. (That should tell you how long ago that was!)
Then, one day back in 1981, I mentioned to my wife that the husband of one of the ladies that worked for me was selling his 750 Honda. Now, I was not interested in having a motorcycle. I was a typical driver in that I thought what bikers call a “cage” so much safer than 2 wheels. But, after she thought about it for a couple of days, she announced we were going over to visit Mark and Dee to take a look at this motorcycle. Up to that point, my sole experience was riding a toy “minibike” (this was in the late ’60’s) up and down the road, before I took it back to Sears to get my money back. I knew absolutely nothing about motorcycles, other than that idiots on them, zipping in and out of traffic, could make your blood boil.
Man! I thought the insurance on my motorcycles was bad, until I received my renewals for the other vehicles today. I’ve mentioned before my bitter opposition to the farcical Michigan-only Catastrophic Injury fund – it’s up to $154 per vehicle right now. When I finished having a heart attack over the premiums for the 3 vehicles – $2000! – I started looking at the invoice and enclosures. On top of the almost 25% for the MCCA (which is protection for the damned insurance