A Crazy Ride

A Crazy Ride

Group of ridersEditor’s Note:What appears below is a guest blog post from veteran biker Jeff Maddox, who regularly holds court over at the JMAdog blog.

The motorcycle is a crazy thing. A great mode of transportation for sure, but it really is so much more than that. We bikers have taken the motorcycle to more of an emotional object as it has become a vehicle to which we get our point across. The more we ride our bikes, the more they become an extension of who we are and what we believe. We get together and ride as groups for a cause that is near and dear to us, and we make a statement that speaks louder as the group gets bigger.

The motorcycle can be described as a vehicle that moves us both literally and emotionally and for those on the outside looking in they may not get that. They see bikers rolling down the highway and barely take notice, but a large group of bikers garner attention even from those who have no interest in the two-wheeled world. So, where does the motorcycle take you?

For me, my bike takes me places that I haven’t been in a long time. As I ride down the road, I see where I grew up, the fields outside of town as the road curves past the city limit sign. I see the store fronts of Vernon’s Market, Moore’s Market and Funk’s Vickers Station. I can see all of this while riding down any road because the motorcycle gives me the opportunity to reflect on anything I want to when I ride. Places I’ve been and people I’ve met can come to me as clear as the moment in time when it happened. Alone in my thoughts with the road ahead taking me in one direction, while my thoughts take me in another.

The motorcycle is a crazy thing. It is an extension of both our personality and the representation of who we are. We ride in the here and now but we also ride in the there and then. There is a reason you can’t carry a lot of stuff on your bike. It’s designed to make you leave your baggage on the curb and feel the weight of all we carry around with us lifted from our shoulders-if only for a little while. If we’re lucky a lot of that will not be there when we get back home. So go ride. In a group, for a cause, by yourself or ride to work. Even though the motorcycle is a crazy thing doesn’t mean we have to be!

By |2015-04-14T16:14:53+00:00July 8th, 2013|Categories: Editorial/Commentary Articles|6 Comments

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  1. phillip d hartzell July 16, 2013 at 11:23 pm

    I couldn’t of penned it better myself. I have 180k on a 03 vtx 1300. My business is 45 miles from my home. I ride from Feb till Nov here in Nebraska. I try to leave the work/ business burdens behind.. but I don’t do a very good job of it. My bike is an extension of myself without a doubt.. its hard for the non rider to understand. I don’t understand it either but I wouldn’t trade the ride for anything else on the earth.. it is what it is.. Phil Hartzell

  2. chris deschner July 16, 2013 at 9:17 pm

    Hats off to the people at jp cycle, for their donation to the red cross for the oklahoma city tornado damage. They are real amercans helping others.

  3. Jeff Maddox July 9, 2013 at 5:29 pm

    It’s great that you are back in the saddle! Safe travels my friend and don’t stop riding!

  4. Lorena Swift July 9, 2013 at 11:17 am

    As I straddle my 2003 Harley Ultra Classic, I think back to those lean years when I almost gave up riding due to a disability. I shutter to think of life without a bike again, however, I have my brother to thank for that! I spent a few years watching bikes scream past, revving their engines, and longing for a ride again. I had become complacent with a sedentary lifestyle. Then, a funny thing happened, I got a bike! My brother bought me a 2009 Harley Fatbob with forward controls following graduation and I was riding again. I went through some trials; my leg was swelling due to the setup of the bike and long rides. Nevertheless, thanks to my brother, I commandeered his 2003 Harley Ultra Classic and found a perfect fit. I sold the Fatbob and gave him back the money; it immediately went to a new Ultra Classic for him! With some slight modifications and a few bucks, I love my bike! I have put some miles in the saddle and never think of returning to my old life!
    As I hit the start button, the engine screams to life, creating a sense of anticipation. I bump up my stereo and I am pushing the wind down the road. Now, I look at people riding in their cages and smile. I think of possibilities and what opportunities are down the road as I blow past them. If there is a lesson in all this, it is to find solutions before giving up. It is to try different bikes and find what works. Find a motorcycle shop and get some recommendations as to what would work, I did! I may sport handicap plates on my ride, but do not let that fool ya!

    • russ1961 July 10, 2013 at 7:47 am

      awesome !!! glad you are up and riding !!!! awesome read – I ride a 07 hertiage softail – them ultra are the way to go !!! in the wind brother !!

  5. 7DS July 9, 2013 at 7:30 am

    For the love if god please stop describing yourselves as “Bikers”…your “Motorcyclists”..nothing more!

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