I read a mountain of motorcycle blogs each day. In the last couple of years there seems to be a trend that has emerged across some of them. It is the idea that in order to have an “adventure” you must undertake an epic trip. Preferably on some giant behemoth of a bike with fancy luggage and everything but the kitchen sink strapped to it.
The rest of us knobs putzing around on the tarmac within the confines of the state where we live or the country in which we were born – well, that’s worthy of a pat on the head and an “aren’t you cute with your little motorcycle rides?”
I call “bullshit.”
Now, don’t get me wrong. If you have the time and resources to find yourself in far off corners of the world for months at a time – you are indeed doing something wonderful. I am here to say that no one appreciates the effort people make to write about their far-flung travels and share their photos and routes more than me. It’s the stuff my daydreams are made of.
But… if your time and resources keep you close to home – don’t you dare feel like you’re doing something less than someone else or that it isn’t worth writing about.
Enthusiasm Trumps Mileage
The more blogs that I read, the more I discover that it’s really the authors enthusiasm that draws me in. Some people can travel across the US or through spectacular alpine passes and manage to write a blog post that is yawn worthy. Others can make their moped trip across town seem like something you’ve just got to try.
Motorcycling isn’t about having to fit into a mold or into an ideal set forth by someone else. It’s about you experiencing your world in the best way that you can. The value in a journey is not solely the number of miles it contains or the borders crossed but in the enjoyment and experiences you come away with.
Motorcycle Blogging For The “Un-Adventurous”
If you’ve been thinking about telling your story but have been holding back because you aren’t in the midst of some tremendous undertaking – don’t!
The biggest trip you’ll ever take happens every single day that you wake up and complete a rotation on the Earth. There’s your epic trip. Savor each day, enjoy each ride.
So if you’re out there, just a regular “un-adventurous” motorcyclist with a blog who doesn’t have the time to globe trot – it’s alright. Keep loving your life and keep sharing your un-adventures with the world. You just might be surprised to find out how inspiring it is to the people who read your posts.
I could fill a book with all of the places I’d like to go. Mostly because I want to go everywhere! Do you think if I put it down on paper or type as it were, that I stand more of a chance of making it happen?
I was completely enchanted by the mountains on our Euro trip in September 2010. Being there made you feel like you could ride for an eternity and never get bored. Wouldn’t you love to test that theory?
Ride a winding road with spectacular views on Austria’s highest mountain. I love the “motorcyclists welcome” attitude of so many alpine countries. The Grossglockner actually caters to motorcyclists by offering designated parking, lockers for stowing gear and even surface improvements to make riding safer. Yes, please!
The Col de l’Iseran is the highest paved mountain pass in the Alps. That is enough to pique my curiosity. At a little over 9,000 feet up at the road’s summit sits the lonely and beautiful stone Notre Dame l’Iseran chapel.
This pass crosses between the French and Italian border and rises to over 9,000 feet up. The Col Agnel was long considered to be one of the possible paths Hannibal used to cross the Alps. It’s swooping serpentine curves are calling me.
I’m struggling with whether it’s better to have slabbed and seen or not seen at all.
Living on the eastern end of Long Island means that I have to commit myself to riding about 100 miles until I can be somewhere that I can get a bit of elbow room. It takes me that long before I can be in a place where I can stretch the Speed Triple’s legs a little. Sometimes, this is daunting. Instead of being gung-ho for a ride I find my excitement balloon getting deflated.
There are so many day rides that I want to take, so many things that I want to go see. But the thought of riding my way off of this island often puts a damper on my plans. 100 miles off, 100 miles on. I’m not afraid of the miles, it is just that their quality is so poor.
What can I do?
When the weather is warmer, I could suck it up and get up at 0’darkthirty to head out before the sunrise, heat and traffic. This would get me to wherever I want to start riding, in the early hours of the morning. I am after all a morning person. But even so, I will confess the idea of getting up at 5 on a weekend morning isn’t exactly exciting. And then there is the little matter of battling my way back home.
Or… I could just hang around this island; riding the same old stinko roads time and time again. I could never go anywhere or see anything new. Right.
How do I find the inner peace to tolerate what needs to be done to get out of here?
This post is nothing without you: Do you have to work to make it to the good roads? How do you make it through the “tough” times of traveling?