I’m not talking about riding my bicycle although that is usually the first thing people assume. I’m talking about my motorcycle. I’ve only been away from it for a few days and I am feeling the loss of its presence and feel more strongly the hunger to get back on. It’s one of those things where you might have a hard time understanding what it’s like to ride until you ride.
I’ve read and heard about the connection riders can feel to the world and the environment and now I understand it first hand. In the car I feel like I’m in an enclosed space or disconnected from the world. A feeling I didn’t know until I started riding by the way. The car becomes an extension of my enclosed and disconnected house. But on the motorcycle…
When I’m on and riding down the street I see and feel the world around me. The motorcycle now becomes and extension of me and grounds me into the world. I see and smell it, not always for good with a car or truck
with pushing out a bunch of crap from the exhaust.
Sitting here writing I feel the longing to be on the open road and just ride. Wind around me and the beauty of the world around me even if that beauty is only the local park. As I become a more experienced rider and take longer trips I’m excited to see where my new connector and I end up in the country. Planned and unplanned road trips await.
Life the Adventure
-Santa’s Fallen Angel