So I totally forgot about my tumblr! Topic of this post… motorcycles!
So.. this summer, I’ve been the epitome of sloth.
I’ve been slacking off and sleeping maybe, on average, 10 hours a day. I told myself I’d cook and exercise and eat right and get healthy. I told myself I’d wake up at 8 am every day and run a mile, then work out in the afternoon. I told myself I’d spend this summer improving myself and getting into shape, mentally and physically. That all kind of went out the window when I picked up SWtOR… but I digress.
I hope it’s not too late to start?
I did manage to get a job. It’s in Shanghai… but it’s a pretty good job in an American company. Lately, I’ve been scrambling to get my diploma (stupid CPR/First Aid courses), get my visa, get a new tenant to cover my lease…
Oh, and I got a motorcycle. It’s a small bike, a Kawasaki Ninja 250. It was an arduous process, getting the bike, insurance, and license. But it is so much fun. I read somewhere online that: “If motorcycles were around in Jesus’ time, Jesus would have ridden one.”
Motorcycles have this bad-boy image. It’s usually reserved for rebels and people who live life on the edge. Granted, it is pretty risky riding a motorcycle, but so is flying, driving, riding a bicycle, etc. I learned in my MSF course that statistically, regardless of fault, around 90% of motorcycle accidents could be avoided by better riding skill. Even if a car runs a red light, if you’re attentive and skillful enough, you can avoid an accident, either by braking or swerving.
I bought into this bad-boy image when I first got my bike. I thought it was cool and fun. I thought it’d make me cool. I don’t feel any more cool now than I did before I got the bike. But you know what I do feel on the bike? Euphoria.
Not only is the technical side of riding a bike satisfying due to its difficulty (maneuvering, shifting, etc.), but the experience is exhilarating. You can feel the wind and the temperature on your skin. You can smell the foods as you drive by restaurants, the rain, the nasty unidentifiable pollution around the city, the grass and trees in more rural areas, and you can see everything. The asphalt is mere inches below your feet. It’s the next best thing to flying.
A lot of people said that this feeling is something only a rider could understand. I understand what that means now. You can describe it and write poems and songs about it, but words cannot describe the joy and release that riding brings.
It’s kinda like faith in Jesus. Words really don’t do the peace He provides justice.
I’m kinda rambling and just jotting things down, so this is in no particular order. But a man also has a very intimate relationship with his bike. Especially if it’s old, as mine is a 1997. The reason is that a bike is minimalist; a car does a lot of things for you that a bike won’t. Each bike is also a little different. Where the clutch slips, the amount of pressure needed to change gears, the best RPM to switch gears, the power band… all these little things affect how smooth and comfortable your ride is. And you want to treat your bike right. You don’t want to jerk it around and force it into gear when it doesn’t need to be in gear, because it’s your pal.
Motorcycles are a gift from God.
Highway riding, by the way, is terrifying. Because of the wind.
People say riding a bike is fuel efficient. Technically, yes, but in my car, I go for the shortest and most efficient route. On my bike, I don’t mind taking detours. I probably spend as much gas on my bike as I do in my car on a trip to Walmart.