I saw this and was really tempted. This got me thinking about motorcycles.

I grew up in Southern California during a time when children were allowed to roam free in the neighborhood unsupervised like feral cats on bicycles. When I was between 8 and 10 years old (late 70s, early 80s), there was a kid in our neighborhood named Michael. I do not remember how it started, but we used to call him “Michael Michael Motorcycle” which drove him insane with rage for some reason, which made us do it all the more, until it became a singsong chant. I am not saying it is ok, but this is how it was back then. What we considered ordinary childhood fun would be considered child neglect and bullying today.

Anyway, for some reason I was thinking about Michael Michael <Motorcycle today for the first time in many years because I was looking at motorcycles on Craigslist. I realized suddenly, after all these years, that Michael Michael Motorcycle is an AWESOME nickname, and we were a bunch of little savage morons. Michael should have totally embraced that shit, and been like, “Yeah, assholes, - I am a motorcycle and motorcycles are BAD ASS.” It was certainly better than what they called me, which had to do with processed lunch meat, but that is a story for a different day. Mind sucked, and I did not get upset like Michael did, I just called names right back. (Again, this kind of thing and broken limbs were a big part of childhood back then.)

Michael Michael Motorcycle, wherever you are, you had it all wrong, and your name ruled.