What Can It Hurt?

Hey Kids,

We didn’t have to.

No one would’ve known any different.be-kind

It took extra time.

It took a little gas.

We knew it wasn’t so much for us as it was for him.

But my brother and I did a little detour today on our motorcycle ride and visited an uncle who hasn’t been in the best of health. We spent a whole 15 minutes but he seemed to enjoy the idea that we would just drop by and say hi.

Why not take the opportunities to be kind to others people and make them feel good?

I promise, you’ll feel better too.

 

Day 54

Ride Like the Mailman

Hey Kids,

Winter tried to make a little comeback today. Late winter that is. The temperatures dropped close to the 30’s and snow fell, then rain, and then snow/rain.

I knew it was supposed to be a bad weather day, but when I headed out in the morning, it didn’t seem too bad. No precipitation, no bone-chilling cold; it was going to be a fine riding day. I slipped on my typical spring riding wear (which is the same as the summer riding wear but with an extra couple of layers underneath) and headed out early this morning.

Around 10ish this morning, I peeked a quick look outside. Snow.

This is what happens when you ignore the forecast. I’d just wait it out.

Around 4, the skies were a light grey, the snow had mostly melted. The wet roads had drained off a bit, and I saw my opportunity.

I began my trip home and it was to say the least pleasant. A few raindrops sprinkled down, but nothing to get wet over. (Pun). So I thought I might as well stop and do some grocery shopping on the way home, grab some items for dinner. I casually shopped and made no haste.

I exited the store to full-on rain. I was mostly wet by the time I reached and loaded the bike. Rain turned to snow, wet turned to wetter, and traffic turned from flowing to slowing.

A long ride later, I reached home drenched.

I could’ve made the trip a lot nicer for myself. Rain gear. Hurrying home. Both would’ve paid dividends. But then again, there’d be no adventure.11211_625372357528266_1248429372_n

Riding a motorcycle full time, is adventurous. Everyone pictures the sunny summer days, motor revving, hair flowing, and being cool. But MC riding, true MC riding, means facing all the elements. And I’m not complaining.

I love the bike. I love the pros and the cons. I love the sun. I love the rain. The sun a little more, granted. But it all is part of the game.

If you’re going to ride, don’t short yourself and be a fair weather rider. Experience it all. Soak it all in. Let the ride seep down to the bone.

Ride. Ride. Ride.

 

Day 44

Once Bitten, Twice Frozen

Hey Kids,

Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is said to be the definition of insanity. I guess I’m insane.ride 4-4-15

I have now tried to ride twice to and towards Idaho despite the early season and both times I’ve expected, nay, hoped, the ride would be warm or warmish. Both times I have been met with cold reality. Both times started in the sunshine and progressed into a grey, cold northern sky filled with cold Idaho air.

I might be insane, but I believe if I keep trying, this cold streak will change.

The worth and enjoyment of the ride was worth every shiver and frozen finger. I shared the ride with my brother and picked up my girl and brought her back home.

Ride on, I say; the cold is but for a few hours yet the memory of the ride will last a lifetime.

That rule actually applies to many things.

 

Day 40

Sometimes a Motorcycle is Just a Motorcycle

a1c083d371351b0b82a38cf846293722I believe everyone should do what they want, how they want, and as many times as they want. Myself included.

I ride a motorcycle; more than I don’t. And I do it because I enjoy it.

So long as it isn’t snowing, I’ll generally ride. But all this just means I ride a bike. That’ all. I do not consider myself a biker per se. I’m a motorcyclist.

I don’t try to look like a biker either. I just dress, wearing whatever is appropriate for the conditions in which I ride.

Now like I said, everyone can do what they wish. Maybe for some the riding of the motorcycle releases some inner rebel, a chance to express oneself, or maybe some kind of needed identity escape. To each their own and more power to them.

However, sometimes I feel like I’m considered not a real biker because I don’t have my wallet chained to my belt loop, sport HD boots, or don a leather jacket. And one day I might have all that. But it annoys me to be judged so. Sometimes.

I ride because I like it. The bike is not an extension of any part of me, it’s not an expression of my soul, nor is It the thing that defines me in its entirety.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and I believe it applies likewise for a motorcycle.