BEAR ARMY AT BAY

ONCE UPON A TIME, when I was editing another motorcycle magazine, my then-publisher looked at me in disbelief. Mind you, this wasn’t the only time she looked at me in disbelief. She simply didn’t know anything about motorcycles and, more importantly, motorcyclists so the idea of launching a small stuffed koala to attend events for me, for example, just didn’t make any sense to her. Likewise the fact that we had 500 subscriptions to the now sadly departed Cruiser & Trike magazine before it was even launched. And neither did the Bear Army, which meets twice a year in far-flung places to have a few beers, dinner and… well, and nothing.

“Bizarre,” she’d say. “Bizarre.”