Friday, November 17, 2006

Just blew fifty bucks on a cheap bike cover, a quart of motorcycle oil, and a can of Blue Magic chrome polish.

The flying blue shadows are still imprinted on my memory. I haven't felt this good in a long time. A very long time.

When I was little I wanted to fly. Now I'm partially realizing that desire...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's aaaawweesoomme. A lot of guys I've come across say riding 's a whole like like flying. 'ts no coincidence a lot of pilots also ride.
It seems to me that the enjoyable riding experience is enjoyed essentially for two things: the freedom it offers, and the sensation of wind and speed.
This freedom is not political, (duh),or a freedom from responsiblities, (to the contrary, a biker may have more than a driver), but is a freedom of movement. it is doubtful that there is any other physical entity--natural or artificial--that has as great a power-to-weight ratio as a motorcycle does. It thus has a capacity for tremendous acceleration. A fighter jet is designed to be inherently unstable so as to increase manuverability. But A motorcycle is inherently unstable per se, as it falls in the definition of the same to have only two wheels. this instability coupled with it lightness, give it much more freedom of motion (manuverability) than other road vehicles. (hate ta say it, but I think a fighter jet is more manuverable than a motorcyle. the former can convert all supporting force to turning force, but I've never seen a motorcycle in a ninety-degree-bank turn that wasn't skiding or driving on a circular wall.)
Perhaps more apperant is the freedom of open space. This is shared with drivers as well, as both experience the much space before, behind, and to the side. But the rider experiences it fuller due to his greater manuverability and smaller size.
Finally, the experience would not be what is without the perception of ever increasing angles between the point towards which the motion is made, the eyes, and objects to every side of the aformentioned point. This, of course, indicates motion, and the faster the better, baby. (That is, the better to the part of the rider that derives enjoyment from speed, and not necessarily (and often not at all) to the safety of the rider. That motion is essential to the experience is readily proved by the total uncoolnes of a motorcycly on a treadmill, racing as fast as possible with a lot of noise, but not moving horizontly at all. How uncool is that?
But slightly less essential, but still very much so, is the reletive wind. It completes the freedom of open spaces and of the manuverability. It also confirms to the senses that the rider is in fact moving, backing up the eyes in their tetimony. This affords a freedom to the mind: the certainty of motion, and what man does not want direction and purpose, both of which are found analogously in local motion. Alas that so many are content with the analogy, and don't possess true direction... but I wander. (speaking of lack of direction.) Hey! I've been at this computer for half an hour letting my thoughts wander when when I wanted to spend this time progressing towards certain goals. What a purposeless thing to write about. Riding, like it or not, is not chiefly an intellectual pleasure, so knowledge of it does not icrease it, so get out there and ride! (And remember, if you use your superior judgement, you'll never need to use your supperior skill.)--Onward!