I got back into motorbikes about 10 years ago and i just can't help but love it. what is it with bikes? i have also surfed for 45 years (i'm 56) and still love it as much as the day i started. i'm having a bit of a waffle here i know , but i find that surfing a board and riding a bike just do it for me, to me they have so much in common, the take off, setting up turns , the speed,the wind in your face,the freedom,the dangers, and the like minded friends you make.
OK i'm having a moment.I have to go and get my tissues.
Haven't thought about why I ride in a very long time. It's like asking "Why do you breathe?"
Having been on two wheels for 55 years, and motorized for 53, the why is self evident. There is no other form of transport that involves the operator so completely, and with only your wits, experience, and abilities standing between you and the rest of the unyielding world you are completely alive practically every second spent rolling down the road, trail, or wherever you can go.
What can I say? The time spent sitting on my steed by the side of the road on a remote high pass in Colorado marveling at a view of the curvature of the Earth while shivering in the frigid air with a huge grin on my face; or spending the better part of three days riding to Montana in a constant rain and loving every soaking wet second; or the first time I slid the front tire in a corner without thinking I was about to meet my maker; or splitting lanes on a packed L.A. freeway and thinking "I'd really appreciate a little more room here." and seeing no less than 10 cars on both sides move over in unison; or laying on the side of a mountain road with a broken arm, crushed hand, and the sound of the other participant in a head on collision dying less than 20 yards away and thinking of the bike I was going to build next tells me that riding is an integral part of my persona. The last one may sound callous, but there was nothing anyone could have done to save him, and somehow I knew it.
In fact, my personal philosophy, cosmology, and spirituality have all been significantly influenced by riding and the lessons learned during over 750,000 miles on two wheels. Such is the inevitable consequence of being so completely alive even when tooling down to the store for a quart of milk.
There is no way a car driver can say the same thing and convince me.
If it has already been done, it is safe to assume it is possible to do it.
On the other hand, if it has not been done never assume it is impossible to do it.
------- Rob --------
its a way to be free. a way to get my mind of other things in life and enjoy the little things that truly make life as amazing at it is. I have seen SO much more from the seat of a motorcycle / dirtbike in the time i have ridden (12 yrs on dirt and commin up on 4 years on the street) than i have in the rest of my 22 years of life when im not on a motorcycle.
I could ride a motorcycle before I could ride a bicycle. I was on a Z50 at age 4, an MR50 at age 5, an XR75 at 7, XR100 at 10, XR200 at 12, XR250 at 13, XL600V at 17, and an XR650L at 19. I'm 23 and back on the Transalp now, looking for a 919.
I'm more comfortable riding a bike than I am walking.
Also, I'm a bit biased towards Hondas...
“You may have thought you heard me say I wanted a lot of bacon and eggs, but what I said was: Give me all the bacon and eggs you have.”-Ron Swanson
I don't think anything will ever compare to surfing, and it's also something that I could never describe to someone that's never done it before. The cheesy lines from Point Break covers most of it.
Riding is something that's fun, just about every time I hop on (minus the 30 degree days, and downpours). It breaks-up the otherwise boring day. My daily rides differ from track days, it's like therapy.
I got started because I wanted to go fast. And drugs isn't an option, lol.
It was a typical hot summer afternoon in Florida. I was doing my collections. I was at a customers house and his garage door was open and I saw it. After a few weeks of saving and negotiations it was mine. A decade old beat up cushman scooter. That was over a half century ago. For me, then, it was I did not have to pedal anymore to make money. It was liberating then , for different reasons, as it is today for other reasons.
Many analogizes have been made over the years about motorcycles and there riders. A certain individuality is part of it. There are not to many guys my age still riding sportbikes regularly. I hear a lot, from women and some men that can not ride, that it is a middle life crisis. I can only hope that this is mid life for me, not likely though. For me at my age some of it an attachment/remembrance of my youth. Some of it the adventure of today. It is a part of me. I know that I have fewer riding days ahead of me then behind. I will miss it terribly when I can no longer ride.
It's fun, you experience your surroundings instead of seeing it from inside a box. The instantaneous acceleration is addicting. It takes so much focus you clear your mind in a way,
"A motorcycle is not just a two-wheeled car; the difference between driving a car and climbing onto a motorcycle is the difference between watching TV and actually living your life."
-2005 CBR 600 F4i
-2001 RC51 ** SOLD
-2002 VFR 800**SOLD
-2002 919 **SOLD
-2006 599 ** WRECKED
I love the feeling of being a part of the few that can and DO ride. I still enjoy a simple hand gesture that acknowledges another human who has found the solace and satisfaction of commanding his/her machine along a twisty country road. My brother and I have buried both my Mother and Father in the last three years. Shortly after my Mom's passing we both purchased bikes (after a 30 year pause). We are about to take our third annual bike trip. We have a tremendous closeness that is enhanced not only by our loss but by what we gain by experiencing some of the most beautiful (and sometimes challenging) places on earth together. Why do I ride? Because riding has become completely and wonderfully entwined in the fabric of who I am. I ride because I CAN, I WILL, and I AM!
I've always rode since I was five, strictly dirtbikes, I did some racing at the woodland motocross track and some arena cross at Clark county, I've spent thousands of miles on the trails from the tillamook burn to capital forest, naches, blue lake, Christmas valley, Florence, winchester and even did the iron man in ellensburg, most of that was on my beloved 1997 CR250, it was an awesome, faithful machine but when I got married and the kids came the CR was sold( :-(tears) anyway in 08 I couldn't take not having a bike anymore, but with no time to trails ride with the little fellas running around i figured rideing to work and back was better than nothing...(enters) the DRZ and so for its been a trusty steed for 13,467 miles and counting, I will ride until I can't get my leg over the seat, but then there's always my quad :-)
x2 on that and it just feels good....the world definitely vanishes and I become one with the bike....the sounds the smells the feelings...it's like nothing else I ever been into.....I got a late start on riding and when I started I said "where have you been all my life?"
Freedom. The open road,the sound of my propipe assaulting my ears,2nd and 3rd gear pulls,it's a feeling that I can't get anywhere or from anything else.
The fresh dew smell in the air,fragrant and soothing,the hypnotic sounds of the rpms,not a thought in my head other than the right here and now.