Why Do I Have This Incessant Desire to Ride In a Sidecar?

I've had this reoccurring obsession with sidecars over the past year. There's no explanation for it really. It kind of just came out of no where. But, if I had to pin-point its beginnings, I'd have to say it was when I saw this uber cute semi-elderly couple tooling down Washington Ave. in a vintage motorcycle/sidecar "extravaganza" one day. I was giddy at the sight! Why? Because it dawned on me that I, despite my disability, could be that passenger in the sidecar. Riding in a sidecar was still an option for me; an option I'd never even considered up until that point.

Blame it on the fact I was born in 1979; a long ass time since sidecars were popular, or whatever you want, but I was (and still partially am) oblivious to how sidecars work. All I think is that they're adorably cute and I want to ride in one. Is that too much to ask? You don't really see a lot of sidecars on the roads these days, and you therefore don't run into a lot of owners either; so the knowledge-base to learn about them is hard to find. I'm thinking I'm going to start researching it online. Maybe find a "Disabled Sidecar" association, or something like that, and then see if I can score a free ride in my city. I wonder what the height/weight requirements are for sidecars anyways?

I like the vintage WWII motorcycle/sidecar combos the best. There's this romantic allure to them whenever I see one (and it's rare, let me say). I fantasize about some hot, young officer picking me up out of my chair, setting me in his sidecar (and giving me his helmet to wear) and us riding off into the sunset somewhere. No destination in mind, just driving, wind blowing in our faces, the smell of burning gasoline, and me chilling in the sidecar like a pea in a pod.

Maybe one day this dream will become a reality. I'll keep you posted :)