| Author | Message | ||
     Oz666 |
Are we all mad, gone `round the twist, not quite right - has the figurative cheese slid from our collective cracker? Why, please tell me WHY, we continue to ride, yearn to ride knowing the general public scorns and (at best) ignores us. The government, insurance industry, local constabulary, and SUV drivers and cell phone users in general attempt to eliminate us. And yet we continue to want to ride. We are all aware that it is safer (and usually more comfortable) to use a four wheel conveyance, but we would rather not. That little bit right there, in any other context, would lead to being considered at least eccentric. Tilting onward, through bugs, rain, fog, cold, gravel, idiots, ##$%$&^@$& snow, grooved pavement, expensive tyres, idiots, expensive parts, bureaucratic BS, unintelligible regulations, idiots, indefensible legislation, public distain, un-tarped construction dump trucks, potholes, idiots, blind somnolent geriatrics, drunks, dirty cops and unavoidable clumps of steamin' dog poo. Someone tell me why I want to keep doing this...   Oz I have absolutely no intention of stopping, I just want to know what sick, twisted thing makes me NOT want to... | ||
| Crusty |
It's because it feels good. | ||
| Smoke |
it's the thrill!! | ||
| Firebolt020283 |
cuz were the cool the few the proud the bikers | ||
| Ingemar |
Or maybe we are naive and oh so wrong ... | ||
| Firebolt020283 |
well i might be wrong and naive but i have fun being that way so im going to keep on being naive and wrong. | ||
| Rek |
Because we don't have anything more important to do anyway? | ||
| Ingemar |
I'm right behind ya!  | ||
| Darthane |
Chicks dig the bikes. Duh.  | ||
| Cataract2 |
Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm | ||
| Swampy |
Refreshes the soul | ||
| Lovematt |
All I know is that I always feel better after a good ride...no matter how long or short it is. Being in the wind is a good thing in my book... | ||
| Glitch |
For those who understand no explanation is needed, for those who don't understand, well, too bad. On a motorcycle I know I'm alive. When I ride, even the familiar seems strange and glorious. The air has weight and substance as I push through it and its touch is as intimate as water to a swimmer. I feel the cool wells of air that pool under trees and the warm spokes of that fall through them. I can see everything in a sweeping 360 degrees, up, down and around, wider than Pana-Vision and than IMAX and unrestricted by ceiling or dashboard. Sometimes I even hear music. It's like hearing phantom telephones in the shower or false doorbells when vacuuming; the pattern-loving brain, seeking signals in the noise, raises acoustic ghosts out of the wind's roar. But on a motorcycle I hear whole songs: rock 'n roll, dark orchestras, women's voices, all hidden in the air and released by speed. At 30 miles per hour and up, smells become uncannily vivid. All the individual tree- smells and flower- smells and grass-smells flit by like chemical notes in a great plant symphony. Sometimes the smells evoke memories so strongly that it's as though the past hangs invisible in the air around me, wanting only the most casual of rumbling time machines to unlock it. A ride on a summer afternoon can border on the rapturous. The sheer volume and variety of stimuli is like a bath for my nervous system, an electrical massage for my brain, a systems check for my soul. It tears smiles out of me: a minute ago I was dour, depressed, apathetic, numb, but now, on two wheels, (or a Trike; for that matter), big, ragged, windy smiles flap against the side of my face, billowing out of me like air from a decompressing plane. Transportation is only a secondary function. A motorcycle is a joy machine. It's a machine of wonders, a metal bird, a motorized prosthetic. It's light and dark and shiny and dirty and warm and cold lapping over each other; it's a conduit of grace, it's a catalyst for bonding the gritty and the holy. Cars lie to us and tell us we're safe, powerful, and in control. The air-conditioning fans murmur empty assurances and whisper, "Sleep, sleep." Motorcycles tell us a more useful truth: we are small and exposed, and probably moving too fast for our own good, but that's no reason not to enjoy every minute of the ride. Author Unknown | ||
| Bomber |
I can't help it -- I HAVE to ride Note Bene -- it's only a problem if you try to stop | ||
| Jlnance |
Well there are lots of reasons. And I am sure the fact that chicks really seem to dig bikers has nothing to do with why any of us ride.  | ||
| Firebolt020283 |
thats very deep and touching. (Message edited by firebolt020283 on October 21, 2004) | ||
| Oz666 |
I first saw that in an Aerostich catalog. I knew instantly and doubtlessly that the author rode. Probably a lot. Every phrase strikes a chord. Oz BTW, that was the ONLY Aerostich catalog I have received with a picture of a Buell in it, on the cover, S3T, green. | ||
| Bigdaddy |
Bikes are cheaper and less painful than a visit to the shrink. I like to refer to it as the "Rolling-Psychoanalysis " | ||
| Raraf |
Cuz when you ride nekked your yamsac slaps against your buttocks when you stand up on the pegs. Try that in a car! | ||
| Firebolt020283 |
raraf i dont think im going to try that on a bike or in a car  | ||
| Macbuell |
All I know is that every time I ride it feels like Christmas, like it's my birthday. I love the fact that when I ride everything else in my life fades and all that is left is me and my bike. We are one and the same and it is beautiful. | ||
| Djkaplan |
I ride because it's fun. | ||
| Newfie_buell |
This is something I tell my kids: Because | ||
| Midknyte |
 "It's a Buell thing, you wouldn't understand..." | ||
| Tripper |
my bike is at the shop. this conversation hurts. I WANNA RIDE! | ||
| Jerseyguy |
The experience still stirs my soul after 43 years on 2 wheels......... | ||
| 1313 |
For me personally, the old adage is oh so true - Live to Ride, Ride to Live  1313 | ||
| Rick_a |
Because cars are too dangerous! They don't brake, turn or accelerate worth a damn, guzzle gas, and I drive with the windows open anyway! | ||
| Dsergison |
glitch, that was beautifull. thanks for putting that up. | ||
| Bluzm2 |
Swampy stole mine... Because it stirs my soul.. |
