Some of the members here have stated that its a little you vs. me. I'm better than this guy etc.. Yadda yadda yadda and a negativity towards biking is showing. I know accidents happen, people get hurt and even dye (which sucks) and bikes get stolen and stuff. People write bad articles on biker's and some still try to segregate the riders Men vs. women. Well Here’s a little fluff I wrote and I hope you enjoy, and maybe post why you ride. What got you into buying and riding a bike. I know there are PC smart asses out their with their "I ride so I can to a 400km stoppie" and etc. But I'd like to here some serious reasons why. Just because some Newbee can feel a connection to why we've taken up a sport that is so dangerous, so understood, and so FN' cool
Heres the story:
Why I Ride
Let me start off by saying that I am not another Rossi or Hayden. Damn I’d be happy if I was the guy who cleaned their bikes. I have met a lot of riders in my life and when I asked why did you start to ride I get about as many answers as people I have asked. But the all have one point , one instance when.. It (strapping on the helmet, suiting up, straddling that two wheel beast) made cense. When that smell, that sound, or just the look hit them. Then like religion its with them ever cense. I’m not saying that we worshiped every day or went every week. Their were times when the faith was lacking and other times when we felt like bible banging tacky 5am evangelist to our love. But no matter what, every day it effected our life. Our ears heard the sound of a thundering bike and we would just crack a little smile. Or watching a group of riders in staggered cruising down some road our spirits would lift a little. Every day of our life, riding effects our life. It all started from that one single insignificant (to someone else) moment, and since then their was no turning back. Here is my insignificant moment.
Back in the summer of 1973 (yes. I know, to some of you it was before you were born) I was just a wee shrimp on the verge of being seven years old. Me and my folks were out visiting my brother and his new bride in a little out port town about 200 miles from our home town. Population bout 100 people and 20 dogs. We were heading back home, finishing our little two day visit. I was sitting in the back seat of our, tank, of a four door, blue, ford. When I heard a thundering roar, and my dad pulled over to the side of the road. The power window slid down with the mechanical and electric whirr, then clunking to a stop. I popped my head out the window like a little puppy gripping the top of the door. My eyes open like saucers when I saw the beast pull up next to us.
It was my brother’s brother in-law on a 1972 ridged chopper Harley Davidson. It was big, red, shiny, chrome, and LOUD damn was it loud. Like thunder rolling down the mountain side. The sun flickered and danced of the polished chrome of the Shovelhead. As it vibrated and danced as it rumbled snorted and growled. I grinned like I’ve never done before and rarely since. The only time I’ve grinned like that day, is when I buy my new bike and when my daughter was bourn. I’m looking out the window entranced in the whole thing. Not knowing where to look next. Then I here “Can Craig come for a ride?” WHAT??? Did I here him correctly/ I’m Craig, He’s asking my dad Can I… Craig… Go for a ride? I listen intently, my heart pounding in my throat. Then I hear my dad “Well…” I pounce “please dad can I.. Can I please” I jumped on his hesitation like a lion after his prey. Then I hear “Ok just not to fast” I leaped out the door before the words hit the ground and he could change his mind.
Next thing I knew I was sitting on the back of this bike, the sissy bar against my back, my feet on the chrome pegs. I though my heart was going to explode. I hear “hold on tight to me when we get started. OK?” I nod emphatically with a shit eating grin like I won the lottery. Then I hear “Try not to look so miserable. Real bikers do not smile.” Then I hear a gut wrenching laugh, as he turns around. I see him do a jump and then the bike roared to life. What a feeing, the thing shook me so much I though my teeth were going to fall out. Then we were off. The bike lurched forward pressing the sissy bar in my back. Then I felt the wind the beauty full glorious wind filling my face. The roar of the bike shooting to catch up to us as we carver the hilly coast line. Leaning to the left then to the right, up over the hill, down in to the valley, faster and faster.
The wind roaring passed my ears and the smells of the coast filled my remaining censes. Right then and their I knew it. I was hopelessly hooked. Unplug the life support doctor he’s beyond help.
That was it since then I’ve own all type of bikes on and off road. In my 30+ years since I’ve seen bikes go from a whopping 20hp to 150+in a street bike. Drum breaks to disk, Belt chain and shaft driven. Café racers evolving to sport bikes. Bench bikes evolving to real cruisers. RPM lines starting at 1,000 rpm to 16,000 rpm’s . Where top speed was an insane 140km/h to bikes that do 300+ as a norm. All I can say is I love it. Bring it on!! Bring on the BBD (Bigger Better Deal), the faster bike the more fuel efficient, the sexy sleek design. The stronger safer equipment. Bring it on Jessie James and Ness for taking “old school” and making them new again. I love to ride, and I’ll wave even if you wont wave back.