Motorcycle Riding and the Unfiltered Self
Motorcycling is deeply therapeutic for me. Even during the most superficial fun-time journeys when I’m doing nothing but absorbing my surroundings, there is healing in the simple enjoyment.
But there are other times when my rides will start off innocuously, you know, a little sunshine, some wind, a couple happy little clouds… and then whammo! My brain will set about mainlining something long forgotten. Or perhaps more accurately, ignored and buried for safekeeping.
It’s funny how that works. You can spend a lifetime cleverly crafting all sorts of walls and protections for yourself. But memory has a funny way of being patient. Spoonful by dirty spoonful it will dig a tunnel towards the light.
What is it about riding a motorcycle that helps you to channel your unfiltered self?