Joined
·
3,187 Posts
I see a number of posts stating this road or that road is boring or that the poster rides only a few hundred miles a day or if the WX is hot they do not ride. I know, I know, to each his own but as I’m riding my ride those posts give my mind a place to explore and question the whys of what I do and enjoy. Why not find I-10 boring or why do I have so much trouble stopping after a few hundred miles? What is it that affirms life when I can over come adverse WX.
The boring road question is pretty easy. If you “see” in the Don Juan sense of the word “see” there are no boring roads because everything is changing and everything has a story. You just have to be open to seeing, smelling and hearing that story. As many times as I’ve ridden I-10 in both directions there is always a new wonder to see, this time it may be a rock formation I hadn’t notice before, or maybe a trail, or the changes in geographic clime. Any of those are reason enough for the mind to chase rabbits for hours. Long rides on open roads are wonderful for opening the mind to achieve a Zen state of mind. While I enjoy “motorcycle roads” I prefer those that allow my mind to explore.
Stopping after a few hundred miles, see above. I’ve spent most of my youth and all my adult life seeing what is over the horizon or around the next bend in the road. It is like a drug, once started it is hard to stop. My definition of hell would be an endless life of riding in the middle of a pack of motorcycles, puttering along on a snooze run, and stopping each day after 300 miles. I’d rather eat a pistol first.
WX is also easy. Traveling on a motorcycle returns us to our roots, we are no longer just passive observers of a passing landscape but active participants. We are not watching a movie but we are the movie, enjoying the heat and cold, the rain and wind and all the smells that come with passing over the land. It is life affirming to use knowledge and wits to make the journey comfortable.
There is no right way or reason to ride. What’s yours.
The boring road question is pretty easy. If you “see” in the Don Juan sense of the word “see” there are no boring roads because everything is changing and everything has a story. You just have to be open to seeing, smelling and hearing that story. As many times as I’ve ridden I-10 in both directions there is always a new wonder to see, this time it may be a rock formation I hadn’t notice before, or maybe a trail, or the changes in geographic clime. Any of those are reason enough for the mind to chase rabbits for hours. Long rides on open roads are wonderful for opening the mind to achieve a Zen state of mind. While I enjoy “motorcycle roads” I prefer those that allow my mind to explore.
Stopping after a few hundred miles, see above. I’ve spent most of my youth and all my adult life seeing what is over the horizon or around the next bend in the road. It is like a drug, once started it is hard to stop. My definition of hell would be an endless life of riding in the middle of a pack of motorcycles, puttering along on a snooze run, and stopping each day after 300 miles. I’d rather eat a pistol first.
WX is also easy. Traveling on a motorcycle returns us to our roots, we are no longer just passive observers of a passing landscape but active participants. We are not watching a movie but we are the movie, enjoying the heat and cold, the rain and wind and all the smells that come with passing over the land. It is life affirming to use knowledge and wits to make the journey comfortable.
There is no right way or reason to ride. What’s yours.