Jan 30 2008
Why Ride?
Someone posed the question, “Why do you want to ride a motorcycle?” I know I’m comparatively new at it (just a skosh over a year), but it’s taken deep root. So I replied…
I always loved cars. At 12, when girls are supposed to want horses, I wanted a Porsche 356. Took me 18 years to get it, but I did. And promptly tore it apart and rebuilt the engine. Built VW engines. Did various and sundry brake jobs and tuneups. Loved the smell of petroleum products (back in the days of leaded gas). Competed in SCCA (Ladies’ BStock 1984 Solo I champ. Wahoo.), then got into computers and let my hands heal up. Had friends with bikes, thought, “Hmm…why didn’t I ever think of that?” Took MSF course, bought SV650, haven’t stopped grinning since. Exhilaration of acceleration. Full sky overhead. Smells and sounds instead of insulation. Swooping through a curve, leaning through a corner. Alone with my thoughts. No conversation. Mmmmmmmm. Think I’ll go for a ride before the rain rolls in…
