For many people who love motorcycles, riding is about the ride itself and yet so much more. It is a faith, a religion; a way of being that can truly transcend most everything else in a life. In a very real sense, it can be likened to a type of romantic love, one that lifts you up when you are living in the gutters, and will make you feel like you can do anything. It can be complicated, and yet so very simple.
The love affair with a motorcycle can be almost instinctive at times, organic in nature, virtuous and yet primal in its intensity. Other times riding a motorcycle is nothing more than a string of experiences tied together through the shifting of gears and revving of the throttle. No matter what it is, simple, complicated, calming or thrilling, riding a motorcycle is an experience that very few would dismiss or forget.
For many riders, getting on the back of a motorcycle is about one thing. It is about freedom. On the bike you don’t have to worry about your boss yelling at you, the deadlines looming back at the office, or the pile of dirty dishes that are piled up in the sink. When you put on the helmet, you know that at least for a little bit you don’t have to worry about studying for classes, exams, other people or anything else. It really is just about you, the bike and the road.
For many riders, young and old, getting on a motorcycle is a way to feel complete. There is the rush when you first feel the breeze hit your face, the increase in your pulse as your first leap down the road or navigate the next bend in the road. It is a great way to return to the primal sense of connection that you sometimes feel with the road and the world around you.