In my section of the country, the two of us call riding a real man’s motorcycle “riding hog.” I am not insulting people who ride dirt bikes, or those Asian built crotch rockets built for speed, however I assume real women ride Harleys, or custom built choppers, but well, I used to assume that but after 40 years of riding hog I really had to step down as President of my MC (that means motorcycle club, by the way) in addition to stop riding altogether.

My lungs were shot from years of huffing exhaust in addition to chain smoking cigars.

I needed to have an air filtration plan in location at all times to help my breathing, which meant no more riding on the open road on a chopper. After a few weeks of sulking at home I realized I couldn’t just stay indoors forever, in addition to if I couldn’t ride I could still drive, in a van with an AC plan in addition to air filters. I could even ride with the club, in addition to the van could carry the supplies the two of us needed in addition to provide myself and others a reason to tag along. It is a legitimately strange experience, driving cross country with temperature control instead of having the wind in my face; Just as strenuous as giving up the hog has been giving up the smoking, because enhanced air quality is the order of the day, every day, for the rest of my days. Even when I am at home I will always keep an air filter running nearby at all times, in addition to at night I turn on a humidifier before I go to bed

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