This has been behind my head for some time and I’ve wished to share it with the world however I’ve been just a little afraid to, afraid of what a few of my mates and fellow motorcyclists may assume. What I’m about to admit to you might appear fallacious however I can’t assist myself. It’s time for me to go public with my viewpoint, rattling those that may assume much less of me, I do know I’m not the one motorcyclist who feels this fashion.
The Bike Gospel of the Freeway 1:29, states “Although should get pleasure from hustling thy motorbike at most velocity down the gnarliest, curviest, most difficult mountain roads you’ll find.” To which I, Floyd The Heretic should reply, “fuck that shit.” Severely it’s simply not that a lot enjoyable for me. Sure I’ve accomplished it a number of occasions however the thrill is gone after 1 or 2 journeys down a street with no surroundings aside from street indicators warning me concerning the subsequent hairpin flip or switchback forward of me. Doing this again and again is boring. B-O-R-I-N-G.
Give me a pleasant Saturday morning with my spouse on the again touring down a pleasant nation street stuffed with idyllic surroundings, by way of some small cities, historic districts and many others. Possibly plan a cease at a restaurant or a motorbike present between 50 and 200 miles away. a superb enjoyable experience the place you sometimes go sluggish sufficient to odor the roses, rotting roadkill animal corpses and the meals on the diner on the nook in that little city that you simply’ve by no means been to earlier than.
Although I don’t need a street with limitless curves to provide me a complete physique exercise a number of good sweeping curves are welcome. So is mile after mile of arrow straight 2 lane blacktop by way of forests, fields and villages. On a sizzling summer time day within the south nothing beats coming throughout an extended tunnel of timber throwing shade over a slim blacktop street gently winding its method by way of the swamps of the Pee Dee & Low Nation right here in South Carolina. It’s like just a little piece of heaven on 2 wheels. One other experience I actually loved final yr was touring the Gettysburg Nationwide Park and surrounding countryside on my Honda Shadow. Nice winding roads and much to see alongside them.
As a frequent motorbike commuter my rides to and from work are sufficient to get my coronary heart price up and scare the shit out of me typically so after I got down to do some leisure driving it must be enjoyable. If I need to be drained, sore and drenched in sweat after driving a bike I’ll experience a dirtbike or go do a monitor day someplace. (Each of those are issues I get pleasure from doing typically.)
There I’ve stated it, now I hope somebody on the market understands how I really feel. I’m not a Sunday morning squid out to show myself towards the mountain. Nor am I a barhopping biker driving with my mates from tavern to tavern. I’m simply an abnormal on a regular basis motorcyclist who rides as a result of I like it and abnormal on a regular basis driving is my favourite factor to do. If that looks like a heresy to anybody then I’m proud to be the heretic.