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.

Carms Restaurant Charlies Garage

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

Fuzzygalore

Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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3 Responses

  1. Dar says:

    Camaraderie would best describe it. Love that you got to take off for a ride. Great pic of you bike at the end.

  2. George F says:

    Do you feel a better connection when he is riding the same bike manufacturer as yours? When I see a rider with the same bike it’s like he knows what’s good 🙂
    We always think we have the best bike no matter what the bike is.

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