A Writing that a Friend Penned About Riding

[patbrandon1]

THE LIFE THAT SOME WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:

I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.
One day when I am very old and I can’t ride anymore; it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories. I hope it has 3 wheels so I can ride longer than my legs allow.

I have met people who taught me much because they have the same spirit.
I spoke with perfect strangers, yet never uttered a word.

I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.
I have spent money that I did not have, I gave up many things, but
I have received wisdom from those before me and have given it freely to those who will ride long after I’m gone.

I get wet, I get cold, I have ridden through the heat with pants dripping from sweat,
I have been afraid, I fell, and I stood up, but also, I laughed out loud with the wind.
I spoke a thousand times with myself and God. Still do. I sang and shouted with joy like a madman, when only my bike could hear me. And yes ... sometimes I’ve cried.

I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.
I have made curves that even my friends would be proud of; other times I made curves full of terror that would make some riders poop their pants, including me.
I stopped many times to see the landscape and the beauty of God's creations.
I’ve gone out with frustrations inside and returned home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.

I've always known how dangerous it is, but fear will never control me.
Every time I go out to my ride I think about how wonderful she/he is.
My bike is not a means of transportation, but is a piece of iron with wheels, and a throttle that somehow has touched my very soul, this machine I am blessed with is part of who and what I am.

I’m not asking for anyone to understand this, some do and some don’t.
Just remember, if you love someone who rides, respect their choices & pray for their safe return home.

Bless my friends and their joy of great people & motorcycles!

(I stole this from a friend and thought it deserved to be shared here as well.)

Merry Christmas and Happy new Year.

[Viking]

Some people think motorcycles are toys or hobbies. To me it is a way of life. As stated in the post above, some will understand and some won't. Nothing I say will alter that.

I liked that narrative.

Sometimes you find yourself riding in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, riding in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.

[patbrandon1]

Sometimes you find yourself riding in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, riding in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.

Love that quote. I have a hard time explaining why I ride so much. Your quote and the other narrative do touch what riding means to me. I will ride until there is snow or ice on the roads here in Michigan. Last year I road until Christmas eve. This Fall the weather has been fantastic and I've been riding nearly every day.

My buddy told me that I should put it away because people aren't looking for motorcycles this time of year. I do ride extra defensively all the time. Yes, it's hard explaining why I take the risk, but it feeds my spirit in a way that is worth it to me. Thanks for reading my post and responding.

Cheers.

[mterraci]

The way I see it, a motorcycle is cheaper than years of therapy, achieving far better results.

[minimac]

That puts in word how a lot of us riders feel. Thanks for sharing.

[OL_ROAD_DAWG]

WELL SAID
Thanx for sharing that

[autonoob]

I really enjoy reading it. Only motorcycle owners will understand what it feels like when riding a bike.

[FM-USA]

I can directly relate to several lines.

Funny how others will write of their thoughts & travels, spurs others to pick up a pen.
Everyone who rides (or not) has prose to share, more so than others who not dare.

__ Pat, your post spurred this quick short...

In a cage you can turn a page and imagine, but on a bike, you are part of the scene.
Matters none whether it's sunny to blustery, we aged riders know how to be seen.
After a while we ride with a smile for miles & miles knowing we're part of this world,
our gut instinctively knows there's danger ahead leaving our toes uncurled.

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[offcenter]

Only a biker understands why a dog rides with his head out the car window.