It's never about the Destination, anyone who has rode a motorcycle farther than a beer and chips run knows this to be true.
Anyone who has ever been pealed off of their saddle at the end of the day with their knees aching and their back filing for divorce knows, that while the destination (the days or the trips) is always nice to get to it only serves a limited purpose.
Rest, recuperation, and the opportunity to wake up at the crack of dawn and do it all again.
We are the cowboys, cowgirls and modern day gypsies of the 20th Century. It's not a statement supported by facts, rather a deep seeded knowledge that we hold true.
A yearning to travel and be one with all that is around us - and it dwells within our blood. It is a core element to who we are, we need it like we need water.
You can tell a brother or a sister through simple observation; they don't have to be in jeans and leathers or even near a motorcycle and you will know. We are the one sitting in the conference room combing through a multimillion dollar budget. We are the one covered in the dust from the construction site. We are the neighbor at the block cook-out.
You can pick us out of a crowd, just watch our eye's shift ever so slightly when the rumbling sound of a motorcycle in the distance passes. We may have just come off of the road, the engines still warm, but the longing and desire is strong.
The eyes never lie.
Motorcycles, 
Bikers, 
Motorcycle Travel
2 comments:
I am none of what you describe. I dont work in a construction sight, nor do I budget multi-million dollar deals. But I do ride a japanese made bike to nowhere---
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Peter,
then you are exactly what I describe -- if nothing else this is true by your statement of "...ride a japanese made bike to nowhere..."
The construction site and multi-million dollar deal were used simply to describe the social/economic distance that makes up "those" that ride...
ride safe
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