I watched Toy Story and Jumanji in a cinema. My cousin bought a PlayStation. It's a Volkswagen hatchback.
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I think I was locked up that year. The place where bad kids go. Sneaking pot and cigarettes. Thinking I knew everything. Scared. Alone. Not my best year.
July 5, 1995: I took on my first client, an applicant for political asylum. I drove to my law school and took the oath to be a California attorney. I drove to immigration court, made a mess of things, and had the judge tell my client I had no idea what I was doing. A good day.
Yeah, they used the name Rabbit in North America before just going with Golf. Didn't they recently bring the "Rabbit" name back for one of the Golf models?
1995? Let's see, I was writing 8-bit software for embedded systems with a lean-and-mean compiler I wrote, and I was starting my first successful business, a dial-up ISP in an area that had no access to the Internet. 1995 was a great year. 2023, that's going to be another one, too.
I hope so. Probably going to be make or break for me. Might be too leveraged to survive the maybe-recession if it plays the wrong way. Kind of planning for the whole with-great-crisis-comes-great-opportunity thing, but sometimes great crisis only brings great crisis.
I think I must've been stoned a good portion of 1995 because I sure don't recall much about it. I gave up weed in 1996 and my recollections thereafter are a little clearer and more complete. Twenty-six years clean next month. Remarkable.
In ‘95 I went to Sturgis and Daytona. I haven’t been to either in quite some time, but ‘95 was the only year I made it to both. About 950 miles from Chicago to Sturgis on a rigid frame chopper was murder on my back, so the 13 hour trip stretched out to a day and a half. Then, after I couldn’t get a room anywhere within 100 miles of Rapid City, I ended up sleeping on the ground next to my bike for a week. For Daytona, a friend of mine needed a driver for an expedited freight run going to a hospital near Palm Coast. The run paid $600, I could load my bike in the truck, and take my time while I was down there. It wasn’t much, but the truck had a lift-gate and a sleeper cab. I just had to find places to park.
I was a fashion designer and spent a good part of the year in Asian factories overseeing sample production. That was the first time I saw children working. It was an eye-opener for me.
Hey, I went to Sturgis in 1995! I'd forgotten about that. I had a more comfortable ride than yours, only about 4 hours to travel (I took the backroads), and I stayed with a friend in Spearfish. Another year I stayed in a tent in the city park. Good times. We sold both bikes last week (nostalgic sigh), and I'm willing to bet they'll visit sometime Sturgis this week with their new owners.
Bike weeks are one place where saying “did you see a tall guy with long hair riding a black chopper with a solid disk back wheel- brushed aluminum?” doesn’t really help. There’s usually more than one. I was supposed to meet up with some friends from the wheelmen, and the sojourners. But they kept getting arrested for drunk and disorderly charges. I guess they couldn’t find a room either.
People reserve rooms for Sturgis a year in advance. If you go again, try contacting one of the colleges in the region; some folks get rooms in the dorms.
In my condition I don’t think I have much to worry about. It’ll be a good while before I make it back to Sturgis.
Someone would have to pay me to go to Sturgis now- half a million people on bikes packed into the Black Hills, and that's not counting the ones who turn up in cages on a regular vacation. My husband and I decided years ago that the best place to go on a bike during Sturgis week is somewhere in western Montana.
I started my writing career in 1995. I kind of stumbled into a profession I didn't know anything about, but it turned out I was pretty good at it. Retired in 2018 after a good run.
Best memory, getting my first pay check at 16 moving out of home. Everyone needs money right. “there was an old fashioned cartoon I used to watch” I did enjoy that for a while.
Working midnight shifts at 9-1-1 and accumulating guns. Got quite a few in the mid -90s, for whatever it's worth. This Broomhandle was imported over a century ago.
