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Dancing with Strangers on the Road

Riding your motorcycle instead of your office chair feels a little extra sweet, doesn’t it? On this particular Wednesday after hopping off the ferry and heading north I found myself heading up route 8 north from the Connecticut/Massachusetts border.

While the tires of my bike began to eat up the road I spotted another rider a few turns ahead. As I closed in on him, I discovered that it was a gentleman on a vintage bike. He was out enjoying his midweek ride, too.

Did you ever notice that you can “feel” something happen between you and another rider on the road? Though you don’t really know anything about each other, as the gap of distance closes between you, there passes some similar knowledge or understanding; some kind of connection. You become acutely aware of each others presence in a way that you never would in a car.

The two of us rode along together for about 10 miles. I watched the rider’s body shift and lean through the turns and wondered how many times that old bike had made it’s way along those roads.

When my pavement dance ended with my anonymous partner it closed with a wave and a smile. Time well spent together.

Carm's Restaurant - Charlie's Garage - Chester, Ma.
Carm's Restaurant - Charlie's Garage - Chester, Ma.

You’re Beautiful… But You’re a Pain In the Ass!

When I last posted about the Ducati which had sprung a gas leak, my friend Ralph commented,

Since a big part of the allure of motorcycles is their beauty and romance, I understand buying an unreliable bike. Understand, but personally won’t…

We do it with people, we do it with motorcycles and hell – I’ve done it on more than one occasion with a pair of shoes. What am I talking about? Putting up with their shit because they’re “hot”.

But, why?

What is it about motorcycles that conjures up such passion and feelings of romanticism that cause some of us to suspend our practicality and maybe good sense?

How About You?

Have you ever had a dysfunctional relationship with a bike? What was your breaking point that made you finally say, I give up. This just isn’t working?

Old Reliable <3
Old Reliable <3

Moto Photo: Welcome to New York

On the Long Island north shore’s far eastern end is the town of Orient. From there you can catch a ferry to New London, Connecticut. Or – exit the ferry from New London as it were, here on the Island.

When you roll off of the Long Island bound ferry, you are greeted by a big green sign that in my case, tells me I’m home.

Do you have a picture of your bike in front of your home state’s “Welcome” sign?