One summer, when I was a teenager, I insisted on wearing Harley-Davidson T-shirts almost every day. I didn’t own a Harley, nor did anyone I knew. I got over that particular fashion phase — to the great relief of my parents — but to this day, a gleaming, rumbling Harley-Davidson still turns my head.
There’s something alluring about the metal embodiment of power, speed, freedom and, perhaps, a little danger.
Each November, tens of thousands of motorcycle enthusiasts roll onto Galveston Island to mixed reviews. The rattle and hum of all that machinery is enough to send some islanders fleeing across the causeway as the motorcycles roar in. Other locals embrace the loudness, the leather and all the people-watching it entails. The people-watching alone makes the rally a must-see at least once.
Sure, the rally attracts a few thuggish characters. Most mass gatherings of humans do. But, for the most part, the bikers of today, and the ones attending the Lone Star Rally, are doctors, dentists, lawyers and myriad other professionals who appreciate fine machinery and can afford it. Some even use the event to raise money for charity.
And, as you’ll find in these pages, more of those bikers are women seeking independence and adventure when they take to the open road.
Some rally participants attend just for the chance to soak up the views of the upper Texas coast. Some, after visiting, decide to move to the island. That’s not such a bad thing.
We wish everyone a safe, fun Lone Star Rally. And maybe a good pair of noise-canceling headphones.