I was traveling around the outer Islands, this time on the magic island of Maui. I traveled between the islands by airplane and I shipped my bike by Inter-Island barge, but that’s another story.
I had driven all the way around the island to Hana on a road that is well known to be very long and very curvy. It is not so good for a car, especially if you tend to get car sick, but terrific for a motorcycle, although it is still a bit long. On my arrival in old Hana Maui, I did a little bit of sightseeing and then it was time to look for a place to camp. My attention was drawn to a local Hawaiian “Bro” driving a relatively big Harley Davidson. I waved him down and asked him for directions. We exchanged a few travel stories and eventually he asked me if he could borrow my little 50cc Tohatsu motorbike to show his friend who works at the Hana Airport. He thought it was a cute bike, and so do I. I am sure you know what a Harley Davidson looks like!
I said okay, you can borrow my bike, but let me ride your bike while you are gone. He agreed and then he asked me if I could make the motorbike exhaust louder so his friend would hear him coming. I said yes I can. I removed the insert from the exhaust muffler. He was happy and I could hear the reverberations of the exhaust all the way out on the flat lands of the peninsula and the airport.
I tried driving his Harley Davidson motorcycle. It is big and heavy when you compare it to my little tiny motorbike that was so small that I could lug it over a small stream or gully if needed. I remember driving the Harley down a slight hill that had a stop sign at the bottom. When I stopped the Haley started to tilt to the right. I wasn’t sure I could hold it up, and I definitely didn’t want it to fall over, so I had to release the brakes and slowly roll through the stop sign to catch my balance. I drove around the area a little bit while i waited for my new friend. It was my first experience riding a Harley Davidson. I really preferred my little mini bike.
I ended up sleeping on a pleasant ocean beach. Instead of sand, the area between the trees and the ocean was filled with a lava field of “Oo” which are hollow lava balls the size of baseballs, but that’s another story about popping coals on to my air-mattress and a Hawaiian local inviting me to stay in his house.
Written 2014 (c) John A. Peters 2018