Not one over 35 - in spirit. Is that better?
I watched a video by Freddie Dobbs the other day, where he examined the demography of motor bike riders. His personal tastes in bikes I find odd. He raves about everything he tries, and each one is the 'bestest' of the moment. His posh drawl doesn't help his image much either, but I digress.
What he does seem to have a point over, is that modern bikes, say from 1995 on, are less likely to become so called 'Classics' as are the bikes from the 1950's through to the late 1970's and will depreciate more rapidly for it. For my money, anything that resembles an exocet missile is a non-starter. Plastic encased crotch rockets 'need not apply' to my senses of desire. No thankee.
What is preventing young people (in the main) from being attracted to motorbikes, is the fact that many are affluent enough to get into four wheels, out of the elements, somewhere to canoodle, and room for mates. Whereas during my teens it was all about getting out of the buses and trains or not having to pedal to work and home. It spelt a degree of freedom that enabled access to the world (albeit a little limited) at large, though lip service must be given to continent crossers on even such humble beasts as the BSA Bantam. Anyone fancy a continental crossing of the French and Swiss Alps in an open topped 122cc Villiers powered Bond Mini-car? It has been done. Why? because it represented a challenge. And many cannot resist such a challenge. Where is the challenge today? Any vehicle can go most anywhere - effortlessly, political skirmishes permitting.
So, how do we attract more youngsters into the fold? We cannot. Lifestyles and politics have eaten away any need or desire - even ability to fettle anything nowadays, and the hoops and hurdles needed to navigate to get riding in the first instance, are a million miles away from fitting a set of 'L' plates, getting the thing started, and riding off - hand signals only. The 'Adventure', of powered motion with few restrictions - has evaporated. Only the seriously disillusioned with a life of boredom will be attracted to classic bikes, and Harleys in general. Those of us left are living on a tankful of nostalgia and the dreams of youth. We won't live forever.