I have a lot more on Vancouver Island that will be posted over the next few weeks, however I'll occasionally take a brake from travel and write on observations I've made over the years. Here's one of those observations.
Why do some people crave riding motorcycles when many either fear or loathe them? I’m talking about the person who thinks nothing of logging 300 or more miles in a day and become grouchy if they can’t ride.
Think about it, even on a perfect riding day there may be 100 or more cars for every motorcycle on the road. Why will these few risk life and limb to ride a motorcycle and think very little of it? If asked, riders will tell you they feel alive and relaxed on their bike even when dodging crazy cage pilots. Again, why?
In my travels I’ve found that true motorcycle riders are unique, with the only similarity being their attraction to riding. While the average person believes that a motorcycle rider has a screw loose, wears leathers and has outlaw tendencies, they're wrong. At a recent reunion of childhood friends and their parents, who were also childhood friends, it hit me that the need to ride might just be genetic. I’m not saying that it’s passed down from generation to generation, only that there might be a unique genetic trait; some may say mutation, that predisposes one to ride.
At this reunion I met five people from different walks of life who had a passion for riding similar to mine. There was a preacher, business CEO, doctor, firefighter and a retired rancher and each of them spend more time on a bike then in a car. A few grew up riding and the rest got on a bike later in life after always wanting to ride. In the end all were from different walks of life and life experience, but all shared a love of riding and a passion for motorcycles.
One of my regular riding partners is someone who's been riding for over 20 years and people are shocked when they realize it's a woman that pulled up on the Moto Guzzi V11 Sport. And yet there are many women like her out there that have a passion for riding. I say again, it’s in the genes.
Motorcycling and motorcycles are exciting, dangerous and something I would have trouble living without. It’s my opinion that the link between all of us who share the passion of motorcycles is genetic. We’re all related and are brothers and sisters, no matter who are parents are. Now if only there was a test for this so we could identify those who were born to ride and get them on a bike early in life.