Riding is an adrenaline rush.
Riding a motorcycle gives you the same thrill as surfing -harnessing the massive power of something outside of you and bending it to your will to launch you down the highway at 70 miles an hour. As a child you probably stuck your hand out of a car window to feel the raw energy of the world surging past you. That was just a taste of what you experience on a motorcycle.
Riding places you an inch away from death.
Have you ever been rafting, sky diving, skiing or bungee jumping? Have you ever watched a horror movie, gone to a haunted house, looked in the mirror and said “Bloody Mary” three times, or done anything remotely scary or dangerous just to bring a thrill to your dull suburban life? Yes. Yes you have, because nothing makes you feel more alive than being near death. Riding a motorcycle injects that experience straight into your veins.
Riding brings you closer to life than a car does.
Riding in a car is the same experience as sitting in your office or living room. It’s a temperature controlled, sterile, familiar environment, and it keeps your from experiencing anything different as you transition between one controlled, sterile, familiar environment to the other. Riding breaks that up a bit. When you ride you don’t pass through your environment unaware. You become a part of it and experience it.
Riding cuts you off from the bullshit.
Riding a motorcycle is like traveling through space. No one can call you. No one can get in your face. No one can reach you. It’s like you don’t exist. You’re outside the system, and you can go anywhere you want. As long as you’re on your bike, you’re free from everything.
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