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One More Sentence

The edited version of this story first appeared in Motorcycle Mojo Magazine

March/April 2006, Volume 5, Issue 2

I’m slightly nervous. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweaty. For what reason, I don’t really know. I am on my way to meet with a man I’ve conferenced with only through e-mail, just a few times. I was to meet him at the Motorcycle Mojo booth at the Toronto International Motorcycle Show. Initially suspicious of any hidden motives, any fears I may have had quickly exited my mind upon meeting the near 6 foot tall 63 year old man. A writer himself and having enjoyed my article about my travels Southwest, Don Norris wanted to meet me, a fellow freelance writer, freshly published. He had searched for my book, “Tales from the Roadgypsy Diaries” but was unsuccessful at finding it. I explained that it wasn’t yet finished. Our conversation continued, and I learned that he too was writing a book. Over the course of the next few months, what initially had been a chance e-mail from an intrigued writer turned into a budding friendship. Always interested in my articles, Don gave me positive encouragement and I found his writing experience an asset to my own writing career.

Now anyone who really knows me well knows that my life is definitely NOT lacking in activities that consume my time. And all those “anyones” also know that although I have a passion for the written word, I really don’t have time to read – let alone proof read a book that’s about to be published. So when Don Norris had asked me to proof read his book, “Riding With Attitude” and give him my opinion, I was, well at first, not sure. I didn’t need the extra pressure squeezed into and already busy schedule. I was finishing up my music album at the time, and time was scarce. During those ponderous split seconds, I reasoned my doubts away with the fact that it was my opinion he wanted, and that if my opinion didn’t matter to him, he wouldn’t have made his request. In a sordidly inexperienced sort of way, I felt honored to have been asked. So, being the over-stretched and overly-generous-with-my-time type, I agreed to read his rough copy.

I was ready to go and get those toothpicks for my eyes. The overhead lamp did nothing to relieve my eyes from the strain at 12:38 in the morning, as I struggled to continue reading, “just one more sentence”. I couldn’t put it down. The 11x6 inch coarsely bound manuscript was slowly sliding off my knees as I sleepily read the names, one of which lives just 2 km away from me today, presented in Don’s book. This was not just an account of the life of a motorcycle rider in the ‘50s, as I first believed, but as I continued reading I was slowly discovering that this book, this “Riding With Attitude” was the story of life as a biker in 1950’s Southern Ontario during the true beginnings of a bike club that would someday grow to unimaginable proportions.

Reading about the goings-on of the young bikers often brought a chuckle from my lips, as I too recalled some of the crazy things I did as a teen. Waking up to the sounds of fighter jets two feet above my nose in New York sounded a little too familiar! But as the nature of the book turned more serious further into the pages, my mind was a bit confused. The Don Norris I had met and the Don Norris as a young biker in the book were definitely battling it out inside my head. I struggled to focus on what was important today. To have an unbiased opinion - to focus not on a person’s past, but a person’s present – the common thread that first pulled two writers together – a love of motorcycles and the wind. Once I managed to do this, I was able to enjoy and relate to Don’s sense of freedom and adventure, recounted in stories of soon-to-be-retired riding escapades, more subdued than the Don Norris days of old.

Smoke signals emitting from burning questions in my head havecompelled me to interview Don. And so over a cup of Timmy’s java, I gained insight on what riding with an attitude really means.

Roadgypsy: “What would ever make you decide to write a book about your involvement in the beginnings of Satan’s Choice?”

Don Norris: “I read a letter from my grandmother who I had never met. It was during the First World War and very enlightening to the attitudes of the time. I wanted to know more, and thought a little blurb about the environment that I grew up in would be a window for my grand kids to look back through. As I started putting things down and remembering, I recognized that I had a book that would preserve a little known history. I often tell people that SCMC raised me so it’s natural that there would be a lot in there about the gang.”

RG: “Were you not worried about dropping names in the book?”
DN: “Of course I was concerned. I used first names or nicknames mostly, but where I knew the person wouldn’t mind I used their full name. We all had nicknames back then.”

RG: “You appeared on Cityline [CityTV] one morning. Have any of the people mentioned in the book ever resurfaced after your publicity?”

DN: “I can’t say that anyone mentioned in the book has come forward, but several people that I lost contact with 45 years ago have come forward because they were in a Chapters store and saw the book. I had six editors and one warned me not to write about the police, but they were part of the landscape and had to be included. A couple of retired cops said they took exception to my remarks. What people need to understand is that there are more good cops than bad.”

RG: “What is the most outstanding memory that you have of those early days?”
DN:
“The absolute feeling of freedom and no responsibilities. I grew up fast but maturity was yet to come. Fast women, fast bikes and partying were my only concerns back then.”

RG: “How have the events from that era affected your life today?”
DN:
“My life today was shaped over a very long time. The only connection to the early years is the book and memories. Of course raising a family provided maturity.”

RG: “How did your wife feel about you presenting your life and times to the world in the form of a book?”
DN:
“Carolyn was quite complimentary about the book, and she doesn’t compliment easily.”

RG: “How has the Club in your opinion, changed today?”
DN:
“Clubs today have a much more serious agenda than we did back then. Today, we get fun out of charity events and enjoy like minded people.”

RG: “Some of the actions and behavioral patterns from those days really just seem to represent normal teenage rebellion. Do you feel that they went beyond that of normal rebellion but still there was some sort of “honour” amongst members of different bike clubs?”
DN:
“I think the motorcycle offered us release. Today’s youth are either trying to find supremacy through the biggest gun or trying to stay out of the sights of those with guns.”

RG: “Are you ashamed today of your behaviors back then?”
DN:
“Some chances I took I wish I hadn’t. Other situations I should have taken more of a chance. I lecture on leadership today. I wish I knew then what I know now. I still ride, and that’s good.”

RG: “Do you feel ashamed when you hear of the goings-on with the Hell’s today?”
DN:
“I think its normal evolution.”

RG: “I had a good laugh at the end of Chapter Eight. After Chuck’s derailment, although you thought it was Chuck’s best therapy to ride again as soon as possible, did you not think that it was NOT good therapy for YOU to be riding on the back? What made you sell your bike and buy a house? Did you feel after Chuck’s accident that you were, “getting too old for this”?”
DN:
“I trusted Chuck implicitly. I thought it more important that he get back on than I ensure my safety. The ride we were on was sort of a last hoorah before getting real serious about family life. The accident had no bearing on me not riding. I just needed to focus on developing an asset base for my future, which arrived through the purchase of a house.”


So we all grow up. We all get old (I’m still hoping some of us take longer to get there) and some of us go on to ride Goldwings. (I love my Harley.) But we all have our memories – with some luck we’ll have a 60/40 mix, for the better. It’s easy to draw conclusions about people through their past history. The biggest errors we are susceptible to (and I dare admit I came very close to this myself after my nose became buried within the pages of “Riding With Attitude”) are forgetting that in every person’s dark closet, there is hidden that great Boy Scout leader. Or that radio operator in the 48th Highlanders. Throw in a little love of wilderness canoeing and one can’t help but see that the 50s and 60s were interesting times. To say the least.

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