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07 May 2008, 7:39 am

I read this and believe it is worth posting -Even though it may be already.I don't know who penned it ,but I believe alot of what he said-Please read and enjoy

~~MOTORCYCLE TRUTHS~~

There is cold, and there is cold on a motorcycle. Cold on a motorcycle is like being beaten with cold hammers while being kicked with cold boots, a bone bruising cold. The wind's big hands squeeze the heat out of my body and whisk it away; caught in a cold October rain, the drops don't even feel like water. They feel like shards of bone fallen from the skies of Hell to pock my face. I expect to arrive with my cheeks and forehead streaked with blood, but that's just an illusion, just the misery of nerves not designed for highway speeds.

Despite this, it's hard to give up my motorcycle in the fall and I rush to get it on the road again in the spring; lapses of sanity like his are common among motorcyclists. When you let a motorcycle into your life you're changed forever. The letters "MC" are stamped on your driver's license right next to your sex and weight as if "motorcycle" was just another of your physical characteristics, or maybe a mental condition. But when warm weather finally does come around all those cold snaps and rainstorms are paid in full because a summer is worth any price.

A motorcycle is not just a two-wheeled car; the difference between driving a car and climbing onto a motorcycle is the difference between watching TV and actually living your life. We spend all our time sealed in boxes, and cars are just the rolling boxes that shuffle us from home-box to work-box to store-box and back, the whole time, entombed in stale air, temperature regulated, sound insulated, and smelling of carpets.

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 sun that fall through them.

I can see everything in a sweeping 360 degrees, up, down and around, wider than Pana-Vision and 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, 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. I still think of myself as a motorcycle amateur, but by now I've had a handful of bikes over half a dozen years and slept under my share of bridges.

I wouldn't trade one second of either the good times or the misery.

Learning to ride is one of the best things I've done.

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.

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07 May 2008, 7:30 am

Jeff Thanks for the drive by -I appreciate it -I do know what you are saying about not having any time or not much time for this site as I too ride alot and alone Sometimes when it is raining very hard with lightening I feel reluctant to a point . You see Jeff I am an all weather rider-any weather any where I want or need to go as I am also without the other transportation others rely on.You see I do not own a Car or truck -To me that is not an option .When I was a kid I had cushmans and an old hummer-none were fast enough.I had a corvette in 1968 a 1965 and the wind from the open top had me ,but I needed more -I traded it for a 47 knucklehead and I have rode everywhere I go on a Harley of one or another .I have one to ride on bad weather days and others to ride at other times ,Jeff the main thing is I ride a motorcycle at least 40,000 miles a year and more if I take road trips.I go to lots of functions and events..When I go to the grocerystore it's on motorcycle.For the last 40 years I have not owned a 4 wheeler.I have only had a computer for 2 years and got an internet for the first time a year ago-Learning to type and post pictures was fairly easy for me .I learn quickly .and I feel more alive as a all weather rider .Ihere is a society I belong to you may know of it .C.O.B.B. SOCIETY I am a member in the U.S.A. and the U.K- Jeff ride as much as you can take it from a crippled old biker bastard who rides if he's going to Go anywhere- be kind to all riders for who knows the burdens they carry-we all carry burdens .hey and also RIDE TILL YOU ROT AND PARTY TILL YOU DROP ~~~REDDOG~~~

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Thanks for adding me. Great to find another Kentuckian here..Redd


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