A motorcycle. A fucking Motorcycle? A motorcycle. Huh.
This is so ridiculous, never in my life before have even been remotely interested in owning or riding a motorcycle.
I don’t know what’s changed in the past couple of months, but I have this newfound adoration of the machinery and engineering in bikes; the minutia of deliberate and considered intent involved in their design is fascinating to me, in a way cars never have been. For the first time in my life I’m learning about vehicular construction, maintenance, and and performance; because it’s finally interesting to me. They way various mechanical components work in tandem to perform what is an objectively ludicrous and exhilarating experience, in sometimes impossible terrain
Not to mention a fascination with traveling the lost highways of America; instilled in no small part from watching Mr. Noah gervais’ remarkable travel videos in which his nostalgic observations about a way of life that doesn’t exist anymore shines across a canvas of the most some of the most beautiful landscapes and forgotten stories hidden in plain sight by a society that is hurdling towards a dystopic privatized hellscape wherein genuine experience is abandoned for superficiality and serfdom. https://youtube.com/@broadcaststsatic
I’ve discovered I have a deep yearning to explore the world around me, and to journey across the horizon to all the places I haven’t seen. Without barriers or filters, to step outside the artificial social constructs that dictate so much of our life decisions and see what they’ve painted over.
A lot of romanticized bullshit for the fastest way to die on two wheels I guess; but that’s what the idea of a bike feels to me. Looking to schedule an MSF class this weekend.
I had a difficult relationship with my father. We got closer in his last years and spent more time with each other. Every once in a while he would ask what I thought about getting a license so we could ride together. Naaah, I would always answer. Too expensive, the family and kids, yada yada.
Then he got sick and couldn’t ride anymore. Every so often he asked me if I’d like to have his bike. It was a hideous red BMW K75 from the 80’s. And I would answer, naaah, the family and kids, too expensive, yada yada.
For a few years now, that BMW K75 is stood in our garage, reminding me of what could have been. I always pushed the thought back, there was always something more important to do. But a few weeks ago, I just said fuck it and enrolled in classes. Got a helmet, jacket and everything last week and am so excited I’m finally starting!
Where we come from might be different - but I think I understand how you feel. Hope you’re able to get riding soon!
A motorcycle. A fucking Motorcycle? A motorcycle. Huh.
This is so ridiculous, never in my life before have even been remotely interested in owning or riding a motorcycle.
I don’t know what’s changed in the past couple of months, but I have this newfound adoration of the machinery and engineering in bikes; the minutia of deliberate and considered intent involved in their design is fascinating to me, in a way cars never have been. For the first time in my life I’m learning about vehicular construction, maintenance, and and performance; because it’s finally interesting to me. They way various mechanical components work in tandem to perform what is an objectively ludicrous and exhilarating experience, in sometimes impossible terrain
Not to mention a fascination with traveling the lost highways of America; instilled in no small part from watching Mr. Noah gervais’ remarkable travel videos in which his nostalgic observations about a way of life that doesn’t exist anymore shines across a canvas of the most some of the most beautiful landscapes and forgotten stories hidden in plain sight by a society that is hurdling towards a dystopic privatized hellscape wherein genuine experience is abandoned for superficiality and serfdom. https://youtube.com/@broadcaststsatic
I’ve discovered I have a deep yearning to explore the world around me, and to journey across the horizon to all the places I haven’t seen. Without barriers or filters, to step outside the artificial social constructs that dictate so much of our life decisions and see what they’ve painted over.
A lot of romanticized bullshit for the fastest way to die on two wheels I guess; but that’s what the idea of a bike feels to me. Looking to schedule an MSF class this weekend.
I had a difficult relationship with my father. We got closer in his last years and spent more time with each other. Every once in a while he would ask what I thought about getting a license so we could ride together. Naaah, I would always answer. Too expensive, the family and kids, yada yada.
Then he got sick and couldn’t ride anymore. Every so often he asked me if I’d like to have his bike. It was a hideous red BMW K75 from the 80’s. And I would answer, naaah, the family and kids, too expensive, yada yada.
For a few years now, that BMW K75 is stood in our garage, reminding me of what could have been. I always pushed the thought back, there was always something more important to do. But a few weeks ago, I just said fuck it and enrolled in classes. Got a helmet, jacket and everything last week and am so excited I’m finally starting!
Where we come from might be different - but I think I understand how you feel. Hope you’re able to get riding soon!
I like where your head is at, brother.
I need to go and take part in some zen and the art of motorcycle mechanics and get this beast back on the road.