caught in flagrante by CP
the Comely Passenger's view
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.