Enlightened and Moving
Tuesday, January 9th, 2007 at 9:00 pm by JJ Rider
I have been very self involved the last 2 weeks. I have made sure to read everyones posts and add my 2 cents when I could. But I have just began hell month.
I was wooed back to the motherland (Alberta) to take on a new job. I had to decide to take the job, sell my house, buy a house and move all by February 1. Man I love pressure. Now I realize its my job to think what is best for my family………but this is the best place in Canada to ride a bike. (Despite the 3 feet of snow we have). Alberta is flat and straight you can actually watch your dog run away for three days. I am worried that it won’t hold the same thrill going for a two hour ride and being able to see where you are headed the whole time. I need some encouragement here!!!!
As for being enlightened it is nice to see Skid Lid share the passion for the “rice cooker”. I have to sit and be listen to the old boys (including me Dad) question me about why I like to look like I’m humping a football as I go down the road. They don’t get it. If you can’t feel it in the pit of your stomach when you here the scream of a inline going down the hiway you are never going to understand why we ride em. I was sure that when I hit a certain age I would wake up one morning and just go and trade off my CBR for a touring bike with a side car. Skid Lid has given me hope that I won’t out grow the thrill of my “rice cooker”.
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JJ - your article inspired this comment, but it’s not directed at you:
To quote Rodney King, “Can’t we all just get along?”.
I’ve been riding for 27 years and have had saddle time on almost every brand made and all I can say is what a great time to be a motorcyclist! Probably the best ever. Reliability, performance, comfort, safety, convenience and selection are all maxed.
I’m still completely in the dark as to why any motorcyclist would bash another’s choice of mount. All I can come up with is xenophobia. I’d like to believe we’re improving as a species but apparently I’m mistaken. I don’t care if you ride a scooter, a rice rocket, a Milwaukee dinosaur, a pasta sled or a Bavarian platypus; you’re a brother and I’ll wave to you and try to engage you in conversation if I can.
It’s time we all put on glasses that allow us only to see two-wheels.
Rhino