Thinking about traveling is something I do all the time. In those daydreams, I am usually traveling by motorcycle and often alone. It isn’t that I don’t like people or that I wouldn’t love to share the time with say, Kenny. The way that “real life” works around here is that there are compromises to be made and complications that keep us from doing some things together. I learned a long time ago that if I really want to do something I have to be willing to do it alone. Otherwise I’ll be waiting around for a someday that may never come.
There are some things, some rides, some trips that you want to do alone. The reasons for which could be a million different things. My favorite? I just feel like it. And, it must be said that the want to do them alone doesn’t mean you’re a bad person or that you don’t love your wife/husband/partner/child/parent/lover/dog, and it doesn’t mean that you don’t like spending time with any one of those people either. Being independent doesn’t mean that you don’t love someone else.
Okay, so maybe you’ve come to realize that there is a road trip that you want to take on your motorcycle. And maybe you’re a bit of a loner or there is no one else who will take this road trip with you. What do you do? Do you pack up and head off on your own -or- do you file the idea away until someone else decides that they will do it with you?
This isn’t a judgement – many people will just file it away. When we do that, we are letting someone else dictate how we spend our time. We choose to let someone else run our show. Hell, I’ve done it. I’ll probably do it again. But it seems like as I grow, my willingness to wait for someone else diminishes. The phrase “it’s now or never,” seems to fit because… that’s the way it often is.
What is it that makes us cling to others to do things? What are we afraid when it comes to striking out on our own? What if the thing that goes bump in the night is really just Cookie Monster and not something that is going to eat us up?
When you think about hopping in your car and driving across country – do you even get an inkling of worry that you might run in to a situation that you can’t handle? I don’t. I think about sipping coffee, singing along to the radio and watching the snaking lines on the road guiding my way. The potential for unseen things to occur is there but they don’t eat away at me at all.
When it comes to traveling via motorcycle though, that seems to give some people pause. But why? When you start peeling back the layers, what is it? What is the difference between taking your motorcycle and taking your car that makes you feel unsure?
- Is it the exposure to the elements?
- Fear that you won’t be able to pack all the things you think you need to bring?
- A feeling of vulnerability?
- Fear of a break down?
- Fear of a flat?
- Fear of a crash?
- Fear of not being able to pick your motorcycle up if you drop it?
- Fear of being alone?
- Fear of other people?
- Fear of getting lost?
- Fear of staying in a hotel alone?
- Fear of camping?
- Fear your only credit card will stop working at the gas pump?
- Fear you’ll lose your only set of keys?
- Fear of no cell service?
- Fear of being selfish?
- Fear that you’ll enjoy being selfish?
What do you think?