It’s a Family Tradition

//It’s a Family Tradition

It’s a Family Tradition

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

We bikers are a close-knit family, wouldn’t you agree? It’s like we’re all motorcycle-related to one another through a passion for two wheels, a desire to be free from the confines of boring transportation and to reveal the rebel side that lives within us.

Good stuff. But if you look a little deeper through those sunglasses we have on, you might find there really is a lot more going on underneath this helmet.

Family TraditionWe share some very similar fears and satisfactions when we ride. Being invisible, blind corners and creatures that leap from the ditch are all a part of what we expect when we head out from our safe-zone known as the garage. We acknowledge these and accept the fact that this is part of the reason we ride.

There’s a slight element of danger and it’s a rush leaning these crazy things over into a curve. We share the same feeling of the “perfect ride” and we know how bad a ride can be when the only thing between us and the elements is our love for motorcycling.

Even a heavy rain can’t wash that love for riding off of me. At the time it seems ridiculous to be riding a motorcycle when a normal person would drive, but if this is what I have to do to have some great stories to tell then so be it. And boy, do I have some great stories to tell…

Family TraditionWe all have had those handlebar squeezing moments when our speed and the decreasing radius curve don’t match—and that promise we make to ourselves when we successfully make it through the curve that we will slow it down. That is until the next time it happens, and it will happen again. I promise.

We worry that we will be stranded somewhere with a flat or mechanical problem with no means of repair. This feeling rears its ugly head as we ride down a road without any civilization in sight and no signal on our phones. Why can’t this happen a block from our safe-zone with family and friends ready to lend a hand? Why does it have to happen at all?

Again, this is a part of that rush we so desire and the feeling we get when there is a little danger mixed with an element of vulnerability involved with riding a motorcycle.

I’ve never ridden down the road thinking this was boring. I’ve never said “I wish I was driving the car today.” When I see you on your bike, I smile. When I hear a motorcycle coming down the road, I wait for it. It makes me feel good and this feeling is only understood by those of us who are motorcycle related.

We get it. And we try so hard to convince those who don’t get it by sharing the reasons we ride with them. Sometimes it works and other times it doesn’t. But that’s okay because WE understand those who experience the same things we do when this two-wheeled motion turns into emotion. So, when is the next family reunion?

By |2015-07-24T12:31:11+00:00April 10th, 2015|Categories: Editorial/Commentary Articles|1 Comment

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  1. paul henry April 24, 2015 at 8:24 pm

    my feellings exactly!!!

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