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44 years ago I was 23 and did not have a motorcycle. I lived with a girlfriend and my 3 year old daughter.
We lived in a duplex that had two polite biker dudes living in the other unit. They were always polite, not like the typical media or frizzy that is displayed about biker dudes. They keep their place clean, and again they were not disrespectful of us, our cars, or rental unit.
But that morning 44 years ago, one of them can out the front door and said “Wake up it’s Christmas.”
At first what the heck, then laughter, because it seemed the funniest thing for these polite biker dudes to get up and in their way wish everyone a great Christmas morning.
That girlfriend would become my wife for 14 years while we raised my daughter to the age of 17. At first we would say “Wake up its fucking Christmas”, then she became religious and that faded and so did the marriage.
I met my wife of today 30 years ago, and we were married the following year. An carried the tradition of saying “Wake up its Fucking Christmas.” ever since and plan to continue this tradition for years to come.
I started owning 4 different motorcycles years later. On a Honda 1200 Sportster with…
