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Judging a Biker by Their Leather

Judging a Biker by Their Leather

fuzzygalore motorcycles parked in town

The last day of November was unseasonably warm. As such, there were a lot of motorcycles out enjoying the weather. After pedaling around for a few hours in my fatbike, I took the a Tiger out for a spin and popped in to town for coffee.

I sat at a picnic table looking through photos on my phone, sipping my cuppa joe when a biker came over and said hello. On the surface he looked exactly like what any movie or tv show would dress a biker up as – jeans, chain wallet, black leather boots, vest with patches.

That type of garb can put people off. That just seems to be the way it is. But, ya know? That guy? That guy was just… plain ole nice. He was pleasant, positive, friendly, shook my hand, excused himself when he cursed in front of a lady 😀

Some part of me probably judged him at first glance. And maybe he did the same to me. But in a split second pretense was gone because someone took the chance and said hi.

I can’t help but feel like much of the non-riding public who glance at us motorcyclists makes some snap judgement regarding what we’re about. In my imaginings it tends to go negative. It’s so easy to paint “groups” with a broad brush based on a few crappy apples. How do we change that? Is it even possible? Is this rush to judgment a necessary part of the human condition?

Riding Partners: Who Wants To Get Their Girlfriend to Ride A Motorcycle?

Riding Partners: Who Wants To Get Their Girlfriend to Ride A Motorcycle?

Over the years I have been asked by many men for ideas on how they can “get” their wife or girlfriend to ride a motorcycle. This always strikes me as a funny question. I say that because I feel that if a person wanted to ride a motorcycle, they would know this on their own. They don’t need anyone to “get them” to do it. Encouraging or guiding someone who has an interest is one thing but convincing would absolutely be a dirty word in this scenario.

Now that I have the benefit of some experience, my perception about what it really means to ride with your loved one has changed over the years. Sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for. I keep coming back to the same question:

Is the idea of riding with your loved one overly romanticized?

The Fuzzmops at Crater Lake - June 2008
The Fuzzmops at Crater Lake - June 2008

5 What Ifs and Questions:

  • How do you think you would handle riding with a loved one who rides too fast/too slow?
  • What if it turns out that your partner doesn’t ride like you do – that you don’t “click” on two wheels?
  • For better or worse – What if your partner rode just like you?  Ex. Maybe you’re an excessive speeder or you sometimes make dicey passes.
  • Could you suspend worrying about your loved one as you watch them ride?
  • What if you thought your partner was a danger to themselves and others?

Let’s hear what you have to say!

Wide Open Spaces: Is Motorcycling a form of Meditation?

Wide Open Spaces: Is Motorcycling a form of Meditation?

I love to ride through areas where the landscape is dotted with pastoral farms. I am often filled with a pleasurable feeling of simplicity as I move past red barns, curious cows and waving corn stalks. Just seeing so much open space puts my cluttered suburban mind at ease. I cherish those moments.

Is riding a motorcycle a form of meditation?

There is a popular saying, ‘You never see a motorcycle parked outside of a psychiatrist’s office.‘ The sentiment being that motorcycling keeps you sane. Does it help you discover deeper meaning?

When riding in rural areas, I often transition into a relaxed state. Everyday events and responsibilities largely fall away and I become open. I become more in tune with seeing, feeling and experiencing my immediate surroundings on a level that is much more acute than at any other time. Is this a product of having to be hyper-sensitive to the things that make you vulnerable on the bike? Or is this my mind tuning in to the important things?

Classic red farm buildings in Columbia County, New York

Lost and Found Retro Fuzzygalore: Do we make our own luck?

Lost and Found Retro Fuzzygalore: Do we make our own luck?

I found this gem on a picture CD that was buried deep in our spare bedroom closet. I believe it was taken in 1999 outside of the North Castle Diner in Westchester, New York. I have no idea who actually took the photo.

Retro Fuzzygalore and her 1998 Kawasaki ZX6R at the New Castle Diner on Route 22 in New York circa 1999

Even though it is me, I barely recognize the person standing there. I know the motorcycle better than I know the girl. The motorcycle hasn’t changed at all. This was the time in my riding life when I was still invincible. I sometimes miss that girl; miss those Sunday rides with the guys. But really what I think I miss most is the blissful ignorance.

I’ve got a few years distance now to look back on those days. On many occasions I have asked myself if it was me that kept me safe, some higher power or if it was just pure luck. Though I will never know for sure, I am grateful.

So what do you think? Do you believe in luck?

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