I spent a lot of long hot, unarmored days on the back of my grandpa's Hog when I was a kid. Used to scare the crap out of me. I remember loving the motorcycle, but hating looking down and seeing the ground rush by. He also used to do stupid shit like get up to 100mph and take both hands off and lean back against me for what seemed like years to "prove" how great the bike/cruise control was.
Anyway, funny that I end up riding. I am rambling, but I'm getting there. I ride in San Francisco a LOT. Pretty crazy city to ride in. I always wear gear now, but sometimes I find myself doing stupid things (lane-splitting, being overly aggressive/fast). And I always reach the realization that I have much more fun when I treat the ride/motorcycle as something to be perfected. When I am in traffic hauling ass (btw, I'm tame compared to many) and everything is crazy, I am not making clean shifts. My turns aren't crisp. I have much more fun when I chill out, still fully aware, and concentrate on making my interactions with the machine as fluid and perfect as possible. I kind of think of it like this. Martial arts are beautiful because they are about mastery, control, and stored energy. Motorcycling can be the same. Banging through the city or pushing the envelope too far are, in my mind, akin to two six year olds fighting. I know this is a restatement of things that many people have said, but I think it bears repeating. I'd much rather be a zen master than a street brawler. I just have to remind myself that sometimes.
"In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV." R. Pirsig
Soon, we ride.
AKA JD Mader or you can call me "Dan" just not early for dinner.
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2008 KLR 650
RIP DM - Soon, we ride.