~Since 2004~
A site about memories, thoughts, photos, and unrepentant opinions about motorcycles and motorcycling after four decades of twisting the throttle.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Relationships


caught in flagrante by CP
It's been two years this month and 112 entries since I started the blog. As surprised as I am that anyone reads it, I'm more surprised that I've kept writing it but then the blog and I have had a pretty good relationship. In the past my best relationships have been with inanimate objects like motorcycles, computers, a camera, and the TV remote. Shucks, I've kept the blog rolling along longer than I've kept almost any of the bikes I've owned with the exception of my 1992 BMW R100RT (4 years) and a cast off Bultaco 100 Sherpa S. The Bultaco doesn't actually roll but the engine is in the living room waiting for the frame to become more than a Spanish lawn ornament in the backyard (7 years).


the Comely Passenger's view
So I'm feeling philosophical at the moment, wondering how it is that as the decades have rolled past, the most often savored memories are my memories of riding. In truth, I relate to motorcycles better than I do people and that's even with me being a fairly lousy mechanic. People have come and gone in my life in the past but the bikes have been a constant, maybe because they never expected more of me than I was able to give except for the 2001 Aprilia Falco which expected me to be a lot younger and a better rider than I was. I do appreciate the people in my life, they keep me going forward, keep me thinking, working, and especially in CP's case, help me to be better than I would be without them.

But if there had been no motorcycles in my life would I be the same person I am now or poorer in spirit? I'd be richer in finances, that's for sure, but I have to think that inside my head it wouldn't be quite as interesting if there were not memories of California Highway 33 on a Suzuki or Colorado mountain passes on a BMW R90S or buying a Harley-Davidson before it was chic to buy a Harley. If I'd never ridden 150 mph on the way to work would I truly understand just how small and tedious a corporate cubicle is? I've driven fast cars on the race track, flown hang gliders from Glacier Point in Yosemite, ridden a bicycle one hundred miles in under six hours, and done other assorted slightly daft things but it is the motorcycle memories that I always turn to when I need to escape and go exploring inside my head.


photographing wildflowers in the desert - 2005

We are all the sum of our experiences good, bad, and indifferent. I believe that motorcycles, despite the expense, pain, and occasional injury, have made me more a unique person than I would have been otherwise and I would indeed be poorer in spirit if I'd never become a rider of motorcycles. I think most everyone who takes to two wheels for more than a brief fling comes away richer in spirit and sense of their own humanity and that is a good thing indeed.

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