Are we 40-somethings the last generation of kids to sit and look out the car window? Will we be the last backseat-sitters to watch the world pass by – miles and hours at a time? We didn’t have portable DVD players, handheld-games or smartphones. We just sat there looking, imagining, dreaming. We read books and MAD magazine. How did we survive? How did we grow up to make things, think thoughts, write books or take photographs when all we were left to was our own devices?
With so much information bombarding my face each day (which is my own doing) I go through periods of needing to detox. Riding a motorcycle provides the best antidote for information overload. It also provides a kind of re-centering. The only thing that I can take in is whatever is right in front of me. I live in the moment. Ideas and thoughts are born of my own experience rather than being crammed in a megabyte at a time.
I seem to lose the path of my imagination when I don’t exercise the muscles that create something versus just consuming other people’s ideas. It can be hard to restart the process of getting to know myself when I have to recover from being overly-connected. But I suppose this is the new way of living. Passively experiencing alternating with making something happen. These two modes coming in fits and starts, trading back and forth.
Maybe one of the reasons that I feel my best when I’m out riding is that I’m always looking out the window of my visor.