Life can be shite at times to say the least… Sometimes curves balls come your way that you couldnt have expected and thats that.
But when the shite hits the fan…
Do you ever look at your bike parked up, glistening cos you cleaned at the weekend and you think, I fugging love that bike. I love riding any weather rain or shine. I love being out on the roads with a clear head and and open road in front, watching the fields and trees fly by as you blast through the countryside. Nothing on this earth come close, its a unique personal experience for everyone. And like I said at the start when the shite hits, …its the bike that manages to help me find focus everytime.
My wonderful machine takes me away from lifes problems, the daily grind gets left behind as it envelops me in a warm throb of engine note. Clarity is only ever a short blast away.
So hoorah for motorcycles, those that enjoy them and the global family who consider themselves bikers. :D:D
Absolutely. Even a gentle pootle on the bike can be so mind clearing and life affirming. Getting the revs up and hearing the engine howling is also really life affirming!! :D:D
TOTALLY agree with you - which is why I have access to 4 bikes:
KDX200 trails bike for offroading (have brough it into london too - despite the knobbly tyres) - needs a new fuel tap, tho…
SV650 - Mark’s workhorse bike that sees me through the winter/salt and rain
ZX10r - My baby - currently needing a little cosmetic TLC (hence using the SV650)
SV650 - track prepped - so I still have a choice on what to use to come into work if I have an ickle spill…
I also think that bikers can be the most feisty, argumentative, beligerant lot, but in the most warm, helpful and loyal way. We are a family - like it or not
Personally, I wouldnt want to be, or be part of, anything else…
What is it about motorcycling that has this affect? I have been riding for over 10 years, in that time I have averaged around 12k miles per year, and I never get bored of it. I just seem to enjoy it more and more.When I ride to work I wish I could just keep on riding. Sometimes when I arrive at home, I don’t stop but keep on going into the country, just for the sheer joy of it.
Worrying, I know, but a few years ago I even succumbed to the urge to give my bike a big hug in the middle of the street! It had just carried me, my girlfriend and a ton of camping gear 3,000 miles around Europe including the Alps, and never missed a beat :hehe:
feeling the love right here… I didnt have a bike for a while and felt something was missing from my life. Track days have become like a spiritual thing for me now, i love every minute of it, sitting there in my little chair pleased as punch i aint at F*%kin work! …
its in the blood & like blood you cant live with out it even after the near death experiance and the worst days that followed the accident it was the thought of getting back on a bike that kept me going:)
