I don't really know when it started. Maybe when I was first attending college at Murray State University in the most Western part of the state. I became enamored with motorcycles and the men who drove them. The first was a guy named Terry Lax. He was a Murray local. He was older...probably around 26. He had a beautiful chopper.
Then came John K. He attended school at Murray where I met him. Had a very long relationship that ended very badly. He had a BMW.
Then Chris C. from Louisville while I was living there. He had a very expensive, powerful, fast Honda.
Then Danny Joe from Somerset. He had a Harley. Need I say more?.
Joe has had a new motorcycle about every two years. The one before this last one was a NightHawk. It had a custom paint job. A firey red phoenix.
Last year he sold it and scaled down to the above Suzaki..
My co-worker and friend Art is also a bike rider and collector. His arsenal includes a Ducati, Honda's, and a Buell for his wife. So, Art askes me, "What kind of bike did Joe buy?"
"Oh, I don't know. Some sort of Cock Rocker." Of course I meant Crotch Rocket. Art, who was driving, almost ran off the road he was laughing so hard.
Ever since then Art will ask me, "How is Joe's Cock Rocker?". Its a damn good thing I'm a good sport and would never consider harassment charges!