I know, I’ve been gone for a while. Sorry about that. I’ve been experiencing computer problems. First my laptop crashed and burned – in other words it just stopped working one day, for apparently no reason – it probably just died of old age! When I tried to have it fixed, it took the technician over two months to let me know that it couldn’t be fixed. So I purchased a new one and now I’m experiencing issues with that one. Sometimes, don’t you just wish they would just stop messing with a good thing and let it be. Not-so-youthful people like me have a hard time relearning these kinds of things. But, of course leaving things alone would be too simple and we’d never have an excuse to buy new products – right? Isn’t that what consumerism is all about?
Anyway, with any luck, I’ll get the bugs worked out soon and won’t have to rely on other people’s computers to get these posted – which is nearly impossible these days.
Has anyone else noticed that spring has finally arrived? Some days it’s still chilly in the mornings, but, with a few good leathers and a ski mask specially made for biker’s, I can still jump on my bike and ride that to work.
Some people may call me crazy and that’s alright, maybe they have a point, but as long as I’m dressed appropriately, I stay warm and love the brisk air and the early morning rides. And when people ask why I do it, I explain in ways they can all relate to – its all about economics – the difference between 25 miles per gallon (my car) and 50 miles per gallon (my bike). Everyone understands that, especially these days.
What most non-rider’s don’t understand is that it is so much more than that. Those of you that ride a motorcycle can remember what that first ride of the season feels like: that all consuming excitement, the feel of the large engine roaring to life and rumbling beneath you. The moment you kick the trany into gear and feel it catch as you slowly let the clutch out. And when you lean it into that first corner on your way out of town, you feel the excitement build until you just want to shout for joy. And when you quickly speed up until you’re at cruising speed and feel the vibration of the big engine and hear the roar of your loud pipes, you can actually feel the throbbing deep within your soul, and believe me, it’s something that never leave you – it stays with you forever – that memory, that craving for more – is the ultimate addiction. I have heard it called an ‘orgasmic experience’ and I would say that it’s pretty darn close.
I have a wonderful friend, his name is George, and he lives in a local nursing home. He’s 90 years old, but he watches for me and my husband to come to visit. He used to ride a 1945 Harley, back in his hey-day. Even though he didn’t ride for more than a few years, he still remembers and dreams about it. So when we ride in on our bikes, he wheels his wheelchair out to see them and he gets that far away look in his eyes as he remembers what it was like. So don’t try to tell me the feelings are forgotten, not when I see the look in Georges eyes when he sees us riding in.
Hey! Can you tell yet that I’m a motorcyclist? OH YEAH!
And I’m SOOO glad it’s spring.