I’ve been riding motorcycles for about 14 years now off and on and love it! There is nothing like flying down the highway by the seat of your pants with the wind in your hair! Everyone should experience that at least once in their life! I highly recommend it at any age!
Riding as a passenger is a great way to experience the feeling of freedom motorcycles give you but there is truly no comparison to riding your own. If I can do it, so can you. I took the BC Safety Council course first and while I was learning to ride, I had a Black Fat Boy Harley Davidson on order. I will never forget the adrenaline I felt the day I got the call that my bike was ready to be picked up! I was nervous with excitement and shaking with anticipation! I remember riding on the highway for the first time. I had to pull over because it was just too much for me, the excitement that is! I kept looking down at the road thinking if I just stepped off at 80 km an hour I would be toast! I didn’t have the protection my Jeep gave me. Your life depends on you paying attention. I kept playing back in my mind when I was about 7 years old and rode a mini bike for the first time, how I just gunned the throttle and ran into a tree. This was not a mini bike but a 710 lb motorcycle that was like riding a Clydesdale horse in comparison to a Pony.
I am not sure I would have ever rode unless Scott had inspired me to try it after being a passenger on his rice rocket for a couple of years. I loved riding with him because I always felt that I was in good hands and I knew he would always keep me safe. Riding as a passenger with him was like going on a thrilling ride at Disneyland at times. He educated me on how motorcycles work so I completely understood what they were capable of doing. I watched motorcycle racing to get the feel of what you could actually do without tipping over. He took me up to Whistler and Cypress Mountain on several occasions so I could see for myself when you were almost sideways, able to touch the ground that was flying beneath you at a million miles an hour, you just learned to dance with the bike, not fight it. He did make it feel like dancing. You had to relax, let go of your fears and just go with the flow. That is where my trust in this man started. He should have raced bikes for a living, it is his one passion that he can not live without. Riding literally changes his mood. He needs to ride to have balance in his life and the smile on his face after a ride can not be duplicated by doing ANYTHING else.
Scott told me a story about the day he knew he loved motorcycles. He was 5 years old and it goes like this. He was driving with his Mom, Dad and Brother in their green Mercury Meteor going on holidays when he heard a rumbling coming up from behind their car. He saw a motorcycle past by his window and then another and another, they just kept coming. They started to come beside his brothers window so he sat up and looked out the back window of the car and there were motorcycles everywhere he looked. They surrounded their car and kept coming for about 4 minutes straight. It was a Notorious Motorcycle Club. He remembers this experience like it was yesterday and told me there was nothing else like it for him as a boy.
We were out for a ride the other day flying down the highway when we passed a couple of motorcycles at the side of the road that looked like they were waiting to hook up with more. I just knew at that moment the day would be a different. We were cruising at 110 km when it started. I looked in my mirror and saw nothing but single headlights as far back as I could see. My heart started to race and the adrenaline was instantly pumping through my veins. It felt like the first time I rode on the highway. Within seconds I was riding beside a Motorcycle Club. As the first one approached he looked over and acknowledged me, smiled, it felt surreal. There was a wave of at least 50 riding side by side. I couldn’t look away! The only words that I can even think of to describe it was that it was like a religious experience! When in your life do you ride down the highway along side 50 serious bikers and not ride off the road! I rode up beside Scott after they thundered by us and we just smiled and knew we both felt the same. The wave of bikers passed like a swarm of bees heading for the hive. I asked myself later that if they were just a bunch of guys out for a ride would it have been so exhilarating? Not at all. These guys had presence, there was a reason that it felt this way. We slowly fell behind and watched the swarm of bikes disappear into the mountain pass.
We got to our destination and had a great lunch on the deck of ‘Raven’s on the Beach’. Very fitting as the Raven is one of Tara’s creatures! We went to ‘Dragonfly Gifts’ and I bought a Arya Tara necklace for the ride back. After all she is the Protectress of Earthly and Spiritual Travel along the road to Enlightenment. And I still needed to get back home!
It doesn’t matter what you ride just as long as you do.