We Don’t Need More Motorcycle Riders

Motorcycle Riders“HOW COME YOU RIDE A MOTORCYCLE?” How many times have you been asked that question?

Or, the more direct one that will be asked is, “Aren’t motorcycles dangerous?”

I will often reply, “Of course motorcycles are dangerous. And that’s why they are not for everyone.”

If the person is actually interested in taking the discussion further, I warn them that I could talk about motorbikes until the sun goes down, and comes up again, and I could keep going on and on after that. (And although that’s a true statement, it’s also a ploy to avoid a conversation with someone who may not be that interested in the first place.) In which case I’ll gauge their level of interest, and consider my mood, and determine if I want to have the conversation at all, or if this is someone who just considers I’m a crazy biker (which I receive as a compliment).

In other words, sometimes I won’t offer much about riding at all, other than to answer a few questions.

After some number of years of talking to riders and non-riders, it finally dawned on me that it’s really not easy (perhaps not possible) to describe to non-riders why motorcyclists do what they do.

If a non-rider does appear to be truly interested, I’ll let them know that I’ll be happy to answer any further questions they have, but I also let them know I won’t encourage them to get a bike. That decision will need to be theirs, alone.


In my mind, riding isn’t something to take up just for the sake of trying it out (although there’s nothing wrong with that). The way I see it, to really enjoy riding, one needs to proactively acquire the necessary skills and competence to not only enjoy it, but to survive. (And that competence will not be gained by taking a weekend training course, or getting a motorcycle license, although those are a very good start!)

Even then it is unlikely that such a new rider will yet have the capacity to truly respect the risks they are confronting.

Hence, I consider that riding is best viewed as a matter of personal responsibility, rather than as merely another interesting hobby to check out for someone who may consider it as a casual pastime. Frankly, I consider that such a rider is better off checking it out, and learning as quickly as possible, that motorcycling is not for everyone, and certainly not for this person.

On the other hand, I do not begrudge anyone who would take up motorcycles as a hobby and consider it in a way that someone might try out, say, downhill skiing, for the sake of example. (I like skiing, too). But the reality is, way more people get hurt and killed as a result of riding motorcycles, than skiing down mountains. So, the riding life should be considered in the appropriate light.

And although there’s no way to know when you or I are going to bite the bullet, I sure am glad I’m not going through the process of being a newbie to motorcycles and learning how to ride all over again. (I still don’t know how I survived my teenage years on these things).


For me, the simplicity is, riding offers an incomparable amount of pleasure, regardless of the risks. And though the inherent “risks” have been reduced over the decades as my riding skills and awareness have continued to improve, I’m also cognizant that the fundamental risk will never go away.

I could be killed tomorrow by a soccer mom in an SUV who is yelling at her kids, talking on her phone, applying make-up, while trying not to spill her coffee. Afterwards, she may very well be sorry for having killed me. But the probability is, she’ll be more concerned about putting the whole incident behind her while trying to extricate herself from the matter by way of taking as little responsibility as possible. In other words, it’s more likely she will be focused on diminishing any potential legal troubles than taking responsibility for any inattentive actions on her part. Who knows, for a few weeks, she may even give up applying make-up while on the road.

This is not intended to be a condemnation of soccer moms, but merely a reflection of the reality that drivers of 4-wheeled vehicles cannot be expected to be as responsible on the roads as an experienced rider. Bikers who have been riding for years inherently know they had better be more aware of what’s going on all around them out on the public roadways, than anyone else that he/she is sharing the pavement with.


The good news is, that such a probability keeps the ranks of motorbike riders at the levels they have been. In other words, I’m GLAD motorcycle riders only make up a small percentage of the riding public. Although I welcome with open arms any folks who wish to join the clan of global riders, I’m not one to encourage anyone to do so. I’d be just as content if there were only a fraction of the riders on the road.

Here at the very top of Southern California, my favorite riding season is the winter when there are a lot less bikes around. You kinda get the sense that when you give a nod or wave to someone riding in the off-season, that they’ve been riding a while, and this isn’t just a weekend hobby for them.


So, although I am not at all opposed to more riders, and as stated earlier, I welcome ALL riders to the fold, the truth is, motorcycle riding is NOT for everyone. And I like it that way.

So, Why Do YOU Ride?

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137 thoughts on “We Don’t Need More Motorcycle Riders

  • I’ve been in love with bikes since my first poster of a Katana got hung on my wall as a teenager. I drive 18 wheels all week which sucks and is for money only. My philosophy is more wheels, the more it sucks (great adjective). My gsxr is as fast and performance orientated as a supercar for a fraction of the price. Since I’ll never have a Bugatti Veyron, I’ll stick with my bike. Matter of fact I’d stick with my bike even if I had that car. Ride Hard Be Safe.

  • I started on motorcycles because I couldn’t afford a car. Forty-five years later I still don’t have a car and now I can’t be bothered to even try one, so I guess I’ll stick with motorcycles until I take the last ride.

  • Riding improves my intellect and thought process as well as my self worth. I read everything I can get my hands on about motorcycle techniques and safety. I also have an instrument rating and can fly and navigate a plane in the clouds. As such I have developed a scan technique for motorcycling that is similar to scanning the instruments of a plane. Because I have had the pleasure and experience to participate in both activities I consider my life to be complete.

  • April 22, 2012- Today, my 80th birthday, is the perfect time to consider the question of why I ride. Simply put, it is near the top of many enjoyable pasttimes. Since my first ride at 16, and only one minor scrape that year, I no longer feel any special qualms about riding; only the realization that it’s mostly up to me to remain safe and alive. If first time acquaintances wonder about my sanity for riding, they don’t seem to show it. On the other hand, I am just as likely as anyone to criticize the dangerous antics of some other riders who risk injury or worse to themselves and others. As someone may have already described it, motorcycling is the nearest thing to flying that I can think of – without leaving the ground.

  • One of the many reasons I ride is that it is the closest thing to flying 🙂

    You don’t have to ride at neck and law breaking speeds to get this sensation either.

  • I switched to sport bikes when I turned 60. Last year I built up a bike to do some track riding at age 63. I guess it will probably be drag racing next, then who knows? What are the requirements to race at the Isle of Mann TT?

    Always love it when someone smoking a cigarette asks me “Aren’t those things dangerous?”

    Three most dangerous things to a motorcycle: 1) someone texting while they eat a bowl of Fruit Loops on the way to work. 2) deer 3) a defective nut attached to the handlebars

  • I finally achieved a dream I’ve had for 40 years- getting my MC license and hitting the road on 2 wheels. I ride because it makes me feel awesome, because when I get on the bike, I feel like a completely different person, even if I’m just sitting on the bike in my garage. And I’m talking about a little ol’ Honda Rebel 250 – my ‘starter’ bike! I’m looking to upgrade, and will take the time to get acquainted with Bike #2 before I light out to parts unknown. At 55, I am ultra-cautious, and want to enjoy what the road has to offer. Keep the shiny side up!

  • spent a lifetime working hard, punching someones time clock, just trying to get by and raise the family. All those years someone else was telling me when to get up, when to go to bed, where to be for most of the day, when I could be with family, when I couldn’t. Obligations and deadlines for a lifetime. It’s not my intention to complain about all that. Life has been good and a man is supposed to work. I still do and most likely will continue to do so until one day my body just won’t get up again.

    Why do I ride a bike? One day this summer I was riding east along Interstate 70. There was a hawk in the air above me, flying along the course of the highway with his wings spread, just cruising. I’m never going to be as free as that hawk. But on the bike, a little time here, a little time there between the necessary obligations of life, is as close as I have ever been to that kind of freedom. I see country I never would have seen in a 4 wheeler. I stop at places where history was made and enjoy the quiet privacy of road side rest stops in forests, mountains, the high plains and the south west desert. I meet people I never would have otherwise met. Riding a bike is not nearly as significant an experience as it would be to step through a magic closet into the magical kingdom of Narnia, but here in the real world, it’ll do.

    Like the writer of this column, I don’t mind that there are not more of us. But when I am riding and a biker passes my by going the other direction and holds his left hand out at me, then life is good because I know I am not alone.

  • I am feed up of NONE riders asking silly question. The one I have been asked mant times is…..
    are you worried you mite have a smash and die or be crippled.
    But what make me mad it that they nearly always say “die” first
    but I find the best way is to give them Bull Shit ie
    I just say that a few years ago the police did a report on bike accidents and 72% of all bike accidents are caused by other road users and was not the bikers fault. It is funny how if you though in a % and police they be leave it LoL

    but I dont know how I dont like the most none drivers that tell you riding a bike is dangeruos or the weekend biker that thinks it fun to race his or her bike (like they have a death wish) but when there a little rain, you ask them didnt you go out on your bike? No it was raining.

    Riding a bike to me is a way of life.


    I am planning on building a chop from the ground up. I have made the plans for the frame.
    I want a V-twin as I like the looks of them, but I am not a died hard that only wants an S/S engine.
    so can someone give me advice on what is a good reliable V-Twin I am planning a road trip on chop when it finished. From Finland (my home) to Norway, Sweden, Denmark, ferry to Germany then go though Europe and England have to show bike to family there 🙂 figure it would be about 10,000miles round trip. I dont want to do the trip from garage to garage.

    Thank you Roy Telling

  • I ride because I love the feel and sound of my bike. I grew up around bikes, but being a girl, never considered riding until I began to see other women on bikes. I took the MSF course, quit the first time from frustration, failed the second time due to pure exhaustion, and PASSED the third time! Ha!

    I am ultra cautious at this point…I respect my bike. It’s a Sportster 1200 XL which I was told by my MSF instructor is not a woman’s bike because it is too top heavy. Well, it’s all I know and, though I’ve dropped it twice (once because I stopped on a sideways slope and couldn’t hold it up and another time when I stopped with my front wheel turned), I AM learning and THAT is the fun and the challenge of it. And when I hear the roar of my very own bike….well, I’m in love!

  • In the UK there is a boy racer syndrome with small hatchbacks and booming tunes ( noise ) Learner / novice car drivers can drive whatever size of car they and mummy can afford as soon as they pass the test. While the Bike Rider is severely limited by size / power / age . I believe ALL car drivers should have to complete a , (CBT) Compulsory Bike Training course the same as a learner bike rider, this will give them some awareness of of other road users, also limit the decibell ratings of car radios , they have NO idea of whats on the road , the can’t hear Emergency Vehicle Sirens.

  • Dad and Grandad rode a Panther with sidecar , Dad was messenger boy for the Fire Brigade during the war on it , two uncles rode assorted bikes , one uncle was a bit of a tearaway teddyboy , he used to sit me on the back and spin around the village , fish and chips and back , I used to roll down the hills on the back of local guys bikes , and help push them back up . My first was a Lambretta because I was a mod, I graduated via BSA Bantam, and Ariel Leader to bigger bikes . Apart from a few years while I was married and my son was younger , when I had the family Ford Escort mark one , I have always had a bike .
    To try and put it into words , and explain why I ride to people , I don’t think they understand.

  • I learned to ride on a Honda S90, my neighbors, when I was a teen. As I got older, married with children, etc., my wife didn’t want me to be a casualty when we’re raising a family. Now that the kids are older and on their own she finally gave in since my son has his Hawk GT and we can do things together again. Prior to buying an excellent 1996 Virago XV535 this year, I rode the Hawk up and down the sidewalk getting the basics down. Once I got the Virago plated and insured, I slowly and steadily rode the streets of the neighborhood. The front Main street is 40 and the back road is 50, so that was the next step. A few miles up the road is the interstate at 70 mph. I’m now riding as though I’ve been riding forever. I think being a good driver in a cage, as many of you call it, gives you a keener eye and respect for what’s out there.
    My good friend just laid down his new Street Glide in an oil patch. It wasn’t fast. I think he hit it at a stop sign after following an old beater with a bad leak. Rules of the road, my friend, rules of the road. You never know.

  • I started riding at 58 because I finally let go of the fear I had and my new wife gave me a nudge. I ride and live sober now so the fear is gone. Family thinks I am foolish as they told my brother when he started riding long before me. To celebrate we met up and spent a few days riding together. The statement I have heard the most is from guys in the parking lot who look at me and say “you riding that bike”, I want to say, “no I pushed it here to get groceries”. Now a 20 minute trip to the store takes 90 minutes.
    I ride to work everyday and can’t wait to be done to ride home.
    Addicted because I have mostly given up golf for riding my 750 Phantom.
    I ride conservatively and like I am invisible. I have seen things on my bike I nver would have seen in my car.
    Life is good! Ride Safe

  • ”THE BURBLE OF MY EXHAUST UNWOUND LIKE A CORD BEHIND ME, SOON MY SPEED SNAPPED IT AND I HEARD ONLY THE CRY OF THE WIND WHICH MY BATTERING HEAD SPLIT AND FENDED ASIDE ”….T.E. LAWRENCE [ AS IN LAWRENCE OF ARABIA ] ……restless souls the world over find tranquillity at speed and motorcycleing metaphors are always about motion. from the dawn of motorised transport, the loud and unleashed motorcycle broke down the barriers and set the rider free…it is the eternal nature of motorcycles to enable their riders to ‘get away from it ‘ and ‘break free from the crowd’….from the time that the handlebars vibrate and the whole world unfolds, your worries are left behind. the word freedom is prominent with generations of motorcyclist when asked why they risk life and limb by their non-motorcycling friends…..” traveling with mr. turner” …by nigel c winter

  • Very well put words and phrases. I enjoy the same feelings as the author. I will pass this link along to my riding buddies at our local chapter of Southern Cruisers. We generally ride in the relatively quiet part of Florida, north central close to the Georgia border, but occasionally we do venture into a town or city and yes, the part about Soccer Moms is accurate! The same reactions can be said of the little blondies that drive red pick ups for parts delivery houses, and those who eat lunch while driving and of course, all those on cel phones. Sometimes you can tell the abilities of cage drivers by the type of vehicle they use. Jacked up trucks, wagons with small narrow windows, vans with stickers almost obliterating the rear window, cars with jangling jewelry or handicap cards hanging from the rear view mirror. Here in Florida we have the failed usage of the turn signal lever, or the reverse…leaving it on for hours to contend with.

    We riders have many hints about the cages around us and we must be aware of these at all times. We have our sight, ears and reaction to save us. I often wonder why anyone going out riding to enjoy the great outdoors has a loud radio on to block out these necessary senses. If you are going to “get away from it all”….don’t take it with you!

    Non-Riders will never understand why we put ourselves in harm’s way, and explaining it is an exercise in frustration at best.

  • I used to ride – when I was a teenager. Recently, I got back on a bike as the driver. It had been 19 years since I drove a bike. I was in a parking lot. Oh, my god! It scared the crap out of me!! I hadn’t driven in way too long and was completely out of my element. Yes, I could still do it. Yes, I knew how to do it. Yes, I am capable of it but I did NOT feel secure whatsoever.

    Therefore, for now, I am a very content passenger and will remain that way. If I do decide to drive again, I will take a refresher or even beginner course again to be sure I’m comfortable AND confident before I ever ride on the streets.

    I loved riding when I was young but I also couldn’t afford a car. Once I got a car two years later, I stopped riding (couldn’t afford both, had kids, etc., etc.) I’m very happy to be back on a bike again and I love to ride but as a passenger. I plug in my music, relax and enjoy the scenery.

    I don’t think ANYONE who isn’t 100% comfortable should EVER be on the streets.

  • good article, thanks. I agree, I hesitate to encourage any friend to start motorcycling unless they show a really strong desire. Then I will try to emphasis that, yes, it is great fun, but it is very dangerous and you will need to take a safety class and learn everything you can about how to stay alive.

    Other friends who wonder why I ride is just told that I am having fun and leave it at that.

  • I’m with Judy LaParne on this one. When asked “why?”, I just shrug, grin and say “that’s just the way I am.”

  • I ride because its the most fun you can have with your pants on. Started in 1969 on a Ducati 100 Mountaineer. I wish I had kept every bike I have sold, but economics says otherwise. I like riding and working on bikes. I currently have a 1993 FXLR and a 1998 Kawasaki Concours, aka “The Deer Hunter”
    Always ride with your wits about you……..It can be over in a split second.

  • I never thought I’d ever live to see 50. I’m 56 now!!!

    I bought the Sportster (’02 Custom 1200) to insure I don’t live as long as my mother did…she passed away last September at the age of 92.

    It’s my insurance policy I don’t live forever.

    3 VERY close calls, so far, but still with you guys!!!

    Ride upright!!!

  • I was stationed at 29 Palms California back in 1971 and acquired a Yamaha 304. That scooter took me all over southern California, southern Nevada, and eastern Arizona.

    My latest acquisition is a 2010 Ultra Classic Limited. Yes, it’s difficult to explain to people.

  • I was always against motorcycle because they are dangerous… I always called them donor cycles. Then September 11 happened. And I realized that I could be sitting at my desk and have a plane fly thru the window… so what difference does it make if I’m on a motorcycle or at my desk? I took the safety class and got my motorcycle November 2001, and have never looked back. I love the feeling of freedom riding the back roads and the foot hills. And my husband took the class with me and got a bike, too!

  • This article rings true. Can’t tell you how many new riders I have seen that thought they could be superman on a sportbike. It usually ends up with the bike crashed and being sold for much less than they owe . This is usually cause they had to have a shiny new bike instead of the $500 plus cruisers I showed them on craigslist. Love some of the posts up here cause god truly is in the mts and valleys of a long contry ride. My wife just can’t understand the theraputic benefit of getting lost for a whole day with nowhere to be. Finding those quiet country diners and bars where just listening to the conversations of the locals is a favorite of mine. Only have a few beers stretched through out a day but nothing like have the local say ” we got 50 cent Genny or 75 cent Yenglings …… Got two boys ages 5 -6 in training already but it will be a battle to get mommy on board. Ride a 98 Ace Shadow but find myself glued to an 81 Yamaha xt 550 as had her longer than my wife and she has been good to me. C’mon warmer weather !!!!!

  • I tell people it’s the closest thing to flying without leaving the ground. I tried a Norton 850 Commando back in the 70’s – I ‘d only been on a mini bike and had no idea you were supposed to shift – I did 50 in first gear!

    My first bike, 38 years later was a Suzuki GS850G (The Beast), a bike killed by a cager who coasted through a stop sign, but my daughter and I were all right. Without a helmet and protective gear, I’d have brain damage, and a broken elbow and collarbone.

    Riding takes 100 percent concentration all the time on your environment: the other drivers, the road conditions, everything. It also takes practice. I love being out on a winding country road, feeling the temperature change from hot to cold as I travel from sun to shade, the smell of the countryside, the communing with nature as I travel along, happy as a lark!

    “To Be Old and Wise. You Must First Be Young and Foolish.

  • Why Do I ride? I think the right question is why not? The freedom and the sheer joy of cursing down a twisty road is a great stress reliever and I will admit is not for every one.
    For me, I travel 48 states and all of Canada with 18/wheels and still cant wait to get home and go for a ride where I can not get into with a large truck.
    Remember: 4 wheels moves you to work ,
    Two wheels moves the soul!

  • I began riding at the young age of 73. First bike was a BMW K1200LT. Two weeks after I got it went for a solo 3000 mile ride. Loved every minute of it. Two years later (now) I still love it, love reading about it. Feeling of freedom, control, independence. Now living in South America where many people ride. Looking forward to many more adventures. It’s one of those “can’t define it but know it when I see it” kind of things.

  • How many times have I asked myself this question? I love being on 2 wheels. When I am not on a motorcycle I ride the pedal kind without motors! Can you remember your first bicycle and the freedom you felt having your own wheels and the just plain joy of riding? Every time I get on a motor bike I have that same feeling of “wow I love this and there is nowhere else I would rather be.” And this is just going to the store. The fresh air, the wind, the smells, the clear view without the box around me. Being in my 60’s and riding a sport touring style bike is a dream. The one word summary is JOY! Well maybe the word should be freedom….the adrenalin high doesn’t hurt either. Oh If you love it you know how I feel and I could never explain it to someone who doesn’t. My wife for example. LOL

  • I ride because I got tired of looking at the back of my husbands helmet as a co-rider. When I mentioned that to him one day, he gave it right back to me as, “Then why don’t you get your own bike and learn.” I thought he was kidding at first but after thinking it over a while I thought, “Why Not?” So at the advanced age of 44, I bought a brand new 2005 750 Honda Shadow Aero that the hubby had to drive home for me. After some parking lot practice and a MSF Motorcycle Ohio course, I hit the road for the first time and been riding ever since. I can’t even explain how wonderful it felt to be in control of a bike for the first time myself out on the open road. If it wasn’t for my husbands encouragement I would still be sitting behind him, smacking him upside his helmet when I don’t like the turn he takes. Now that I think of it, maybe thats why he was so encourgaging for me to learn to ride. : ) Now, 23,000 miles later I have to say, that no matter what his reason, it was a wonderful gift.

  • I ride because it’s fun. It feels like I’m on another planet. When I put on my helmet, leathers, gloves, and boots, I feel like a space traveler navigating an asteroid belt. As a matter of survival, I avoid the rockheads, armadillos, and others types on the road. I feel the solar wind as I ride my machine past the scenery, obstacles, humanoids who watch me. Every riding day is a good day.

  • Because it is the closest thing to a 12000 foot free fall which I can do on any given day and survive…… . Plain a simple, it’s a kickass thrill to throw the bike into a hard curve and then giving a twist of wrist action as she come back right. The sound of the pipes , the tears tracks chiling my face and the looks from the ladies, well, they don’t dampen my spirit none either.

  • I’ve been riding on and off since the early sixties and since I retired 6 years ago, I’ve ridding quite a bit. Back in September of last year I celebrated my 69th birthday by riding my 650 Yamaha Silverado across Ky, Missouri, Kansas, Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona and back home. I camped along the way and rode the less traveled state routes. The trip is something I had wanted to all my life and finally I took the plunge. I agree with the above posts, that if someone asks me WHY, I tell them simply if they have to ask the question, they wouldn’t understand the answer. The sense of freedom, the closeness to nature, the smells of manure while cruising across Kansas, the chill of the Rocky Mountains, it all blends together to make me one happy camper! Bigger, faster, more expensive don’t matter. Just ride.

  • I caught the riding bug as a kid while seated behind my pops on the back of his Goldwing. He took me everywhere, from school to a Midwest excursion that ultimately ended his motorcycling career due to a bad accident while i was on the back. When I suit up to go and ride, I instantly feel happy inside, the kind of happiness that only another rider could understand. When I try to describe it to non-riders, I tell them to imagine being the conductor and the passenger of your own personal roller coaster. You control the speed, duration, you feel each turn as well as the elements and you get to see the entire landscape, not just what is afforded to you through your windshield. Now that I have a son, when he gets a little older, I plan on taking him on a cross country ride like my pops did with me. I am certain that he will learn to ride one day also since he already enjoys just sitting on my bike and pretending that he is riding. lol I guess the simplest statement that I could make to sum up why I ride, is “Pure Enjoyment!” Thanks for listening!

  • Why do I ride? Ans: Because I can! I’ve been riding over 45 years. Every time I get on my bike I feel the same way I felt 45 years ago. When I get on, I feel as young as I did the first day I rode, just a whole lot more confident and experienced. My life statement is ” I will get on my bike on my 99th birthday …take a nice long ride and then take a year off to die with a smile on my face!

  • I remember my first attempt to ride. It was on an old red mini bike and I was afraid to turn it around (Dad would help me). That was when I was about 4. Since then I have loved motorcycles in one form or another. First dirt bikes (seeing how far I could jump it) then, my interest turned to street bikes.

    So 36 years have passed since that first ride and as I think of it I don’t think I can explain why I like it so much. Maybe its the changes in temperature or all the smells that you get on a bike. Theres such a freedom in just being alive on a motorcycle, very difficult to explaine. Now when someone asks me why I just smile and say “If I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand”.

  • I ride because I enjoy being on two wheels. I love the freedom that motorcycling offers-to be able to go where you want, when you want, including all those roads/trails that are almost never traveled; getting to truly experience a new place without being limited by a climate controlled cage.

    The sheer pleasure of riding a motorcycle along the quiet countryside is a welcome change from the daily din of chaotic city traffic. (Welcome to India!)

    Most importantly, the memory of how good riding feels is no where near what I feel when I gas out onto the streets. I could ride all day and all of the night and then some. This is something I just don’t get bored/tired of!

  • Yes, Motorcycles are Wonderful……….PERIOD! The responses bring many memories, as my Dad put me on the tank when I was about 3-5 years of age, and I’ll never forget my Dad’s friends who came by. Jack Daw (Roofer/and drinker), Tommy from Huntington, NY(Torquoise/White H-D Dresser) and the best was “Uncle Bob King”, a large man who always had an Indian, and I am going back to the “early 50’s…. My Dad he had a 1948 H-D 45” and wished he could hae the FLH….. Boy, you gentleman brought back Soooo many memories…. Thank you..

    Me, I still ride today beginning in 1962 (Dirt) then to the first Street bike – 1962 H-D Panhead, “Hi-Fi Burgendy & White, everything chromed with that big white buddy seat, white bags, and the entire “Mousetrap was chromed too, Man I wish I had her today!!! But….. When people ask about riding, I truly try to explain the sheer pleasure of “Seeing the Country and things you would never see in a cage/car” as the smile/GRIN on my face gets larger, and if they ask about destinations, again with pleasure (as I probably adjust the gear for the road trip I am on) and encourage them to get one, take the “Time” as life is always getting shorter……. One of my trips (NY-Sturgis) a newly married couple asked my honey and I, where you ging, how long, and the almost standard reply after our conversation… “I WISH I / WE COULD DO THAT!”…DO IT STUPID! Enjoy life a bit, and do whatever you want to do as life is getting shorter.. Thanks for the Memories, ride safe and watch the idiot’s in the cars; and Oh by the way the DEER also……….almost wore 5 of them one night at 3:00 AM.. Take a trip, plan a trip, dream of a trip and if you mention it to one fried you may have several joining/encuraging you to smply DO IT!

  • I ride for a number of reasons, primarily for the sheer enjoyment of it. I remember my pop putting me on the tank of his old Indian on the farm when I was 2 or 3 years old and riding around the field, checking fences and the wind in my face, the sense of connectivity with my pop. As I got older, I was able to buy and ride a bike much sooner than I could have ever afforded a car and eventually, as I traveled the world on 2 wheels from pole to pole, I was always amazed at the sights, sounds, pleasures I received from being IN the world, not just passing through it. Sure it gets cold or wet or hot…but the smell of new mown timothy, freshly turned earth or some grill-maestro tossing hash browns and eggs at a city diner…always makes me smile. I have seen more beauty in the sunrises, sunsets and moonlight rides than all the great art in the finest museums, from the seat of my steel horse…and people wonder WHY I ride???

  • I’ve been riding for over 46 years and in all that time I’ve maintained that when an individual gets a drivers license they should be on a motorcycle only for 2 years and if they survive, give them a car license. This is the only way to learn Defensive Driving!

    I ride because I love the feeling of flying close to the earth with the sights and smells.

  • I ride because I love to ride. I am well aware of the potential dangers. Yes, motorcycles are more hazardous than cars, though many are hurt or killed in cars as well. I focus on safety while riding yet I thoroughly enjoy the exhilarating feeling of freedom, the wind, the scenery, and most of all, the God given opportunity to be able to ride, I am often asked, why do you ride. Unfortunately, I find myself losing patience having to respond. But, people who ask that question, know nothing about motorcycles or riding. Why does a stunt or aerial stunt pilot do what he does? Because he loves it. he doesn’t need some moron telling him it’s dangerous, he already knows that you idiot. In fact, he doesn’t even have to answer or justify his love for the sport. neither do we. Is it possible that we motorcyclists have a bit of non conformity in us, perhaps coupled with a little bit of anger. I love it, and I try to be as considerate and understanding of others. I want others to be safe, and get home safely.
    Maybe Judy is right, you can’t make them understand. God bless you to Larry. You hit the nail on the head. be well all, and be safe.

  • I get more lookers and visitors than you can imagine. The reason is it is V/8 Boss Hoss Corvette trike. It’s very comfortable to ride and you can cover many miles a day. Average day is 500 to 700 miles so I have to stop and get rested every 150 miles or so plus get more gas. Our goal is to ride 20,000 miles a year.
    I feel the reason the older folks like it is because they feel that they could ride one so I encourage them to try one out.
    My wife rides a 32 Boss Hoss trike so when we stop we almost always draw a crowd.
    The usual question is how fast is, how much gas can you hold, what kind of gas millage does it get, is it easy to ride and so on.
    My best question came from a Harley guy (I was one once) is how fast is it. I said I am not sure but I have had been to 120 a couple of times. His response was man my Harley will run a 120, so my come back was, In 6 seconds? End of that conversation.
    I love to ride and just go no place, just ride.

    Adrian West

  • I like the twisties and lane splitting. I also think the majority of motorcycles are aesthetically pleasing. There’s nothing more artful or sexy than a good looking motorcycle. Finally, I enjoy the rhythmic powerful sound of a bike that is set up to breath properly.

  • Why Do I Ride! It is the extreme pleasure from deep inside of you. It wells up as the first time you pass 100 miles an hour,The series of curves that take all of your senses and pushes the feelings over the edge! The early morning ride as you cross the mountains, vallies coastline as the Sun is bursting into sight. The warm and excitement, the horsepower and understanding of experiencing GOD’S creation. The joy that comes out on that big ole grin off of your face,the closeness of God. I understand how lucky Iam to live in a free country,where men died so I can ride. I ride becuse It keeps me thinking about all the men and women who gave there life so I could!

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