Letters

LETTERS

Soaring eagle

It’s not manly here in Oklahoma to read magazines with Wild Things!!! in pink print on the cover, let alone cry while doing it. I'm referring to the column “Silver Wing for a silver eagle” in the April issue. Steven L. Thompson, watch your step or you'll be replaced by someone shallow and “rad.” If so, let me know where you go.

Lowell Nash Foster. Oklahoma

My father was a pilot. Having just read Steven L. Thompson’s At Large column in the April issue, I find it very difficult to express the emotions that come welling up around me.

David Clark

McKees Rocks, Pennsylvania

I wonder how Mr. Thompson was able to finish writing “Silver Wing for a silver eagle,” seeing as that I could barely keep my eyes from watering before I finished reading the column.

Stan Gorka Caseyville, Illinois

The few “literary types” I see respond with concerned looks when I tell of the elegant words I often find in motorcycle magazines. Steven Thompson’s “Silver Wing for a silver eagle” was an excellent example.

Bruce W. Garmon Burlington. North Carolina

Wild and weird

Stuart Imai's futuristic motorcycles (“Wild Things!” April, 1 989) look like plastic cockroaches.

Marshall Krase Santa Cruz, California

I like your April issue the best of all so far. I like finding out about the different motorcycles coming up in later years.

Stephen Wilson Hartly, Delaware

I cannot believe that you would devote nine pages and the April cover to some “hurry up” sketches and immature thoughts of this guy Imai.

Todd C. Guenther San Diego, California

I enjoyed the “Wild Things!” article. It was especially interesting to me since I am an industrial designer as well as a BMW rider. Stuart Imai's renderings are beautiful and he certainly seems to enjoy his work.

Tom Chipley Warrenton, Virginia

Sportbike simplex

I'm sorry that Ron Lawson in the “Editors' Notes” section about the Suzuki GSX-R 1 100 (March, 1989), thinks that all of us who appreciate two-wheeled technical excellence are egocentric phonies. The GSX-R is a sportbike and requires its rider to be a “sports-man.” I am upset that his editorial comment took up 30 percent of the space which we readers desperately need to make a purchasing decision.

Ron, if you're only going to bitch about your cramped buttocks, then please pass on the next “Editors’ Notes” and ask a real man to take your place. And, Ron, I really don't mind that you probably ride a Harley. Just be careful not to let the fringe on your leathers hang down in your quiche. The mess will eventually get all over your La-Z-Boy reclinen and then your fat wife may beat you up.

Thomas Horsley Carmel, California

Ron Lawson isn't married, nor does he own a Harley, fringed leathers or a recliner. But at least he isn V an impolite ass with a persecution complex, gg