Gary Steinweg

Gary Says:

My first motorcycle was a Honda-50 that I rode to work through the mid-to-late 1960s. I graduated to a Honda-160 in the early 1970's, but didn't ride very much for the next 20 years. My interest was re-awakened, however, during a vacation to the Black Hills of South Dakota in early August, 1995 which coincided with the Sturgis rally. We were surrounded by hundreds of motorcycles in groups of three to ten leisurely cruising the scenic and winding mountain roads. The synchronized leaning and swaying of the bikes as they glided through the balmy air had all the elements of a graceful ballet. Shortly thereafter I acquired an old but mint condition Virago 920. My motivation for riding was now completely different from the early years. Then a motorcycle ride had to take me somewhere to do something. Now my only purpose for riding is to enjoy the ride itself. This includes the smells, the leaning and swaying, the rising and falling, the passing hills, trees, flowers and canyons. My youngest daughter bought an Intruder 750 in 2000 to ride with dad, the Virago was handed down to my older daughter who learned to ride in 2003, and I'm now riding an Intruder 1400. In this picture I'm holding mini-me made by fellow Wanderer John Q to represent me when I am unable to attend a Wanderers group ride or gathering.