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harley davidson -flickrGood morning everyone… how is your day so far?  Good I hope.  When I drove into the gym parking lot today I found myself parked beside a gleaning black and chrome Harley.  I would have taken a picture but hot not been prepared to run into such a beauty.  She was polished to perfection.  Obviously the rider had ridden her to the gym, but even with the light dust she acquired during her morning ride she shone. I took the time to tour the bike, walk around her and really check her out.  Wow, the love her owner  showers on her was obvious. When I got home I tried to find a picture of a dirty bike in my files, even went on Pinterest.

motorcycle, dirt riding

Except for action shots like this one, most of the bikes are in immaculate condition.  I bet that as soon as that little treasure got back home, it was cleaned down and not a spec of dirt would remain on it anywhere.  The motorcycles that I  found in my travels, (research) even the vintage old classis, were in top form.  Like the motor I used the other day, they radiate love.  Their chrome and bodies are pristine.  Ok what am I getting at, ladies, not only men  love the motorcycle, the motorcycle is an art piece just as an inanimate object.  OK not everyone agrees, but there are a lot who do.  Myself included.

harley davidson knucklehead   by bigblockagency on flickr

Most riders I know develop respect for the bike they are riding.  They trust the vehicle to transport them to another space in time.  And really, until you’ve ridden on one, felt the power beneath you, you don’t realize just how personal being on a bike is.

motorcycle riding

The first time I took a corner on a motorcycle other than a touring bike, I was transformed from a passenger or driver of a car, to a motorcycle enthusiast.  I was ready to grab a rag and start shining the chrome when we got back  from our ride.  If I thought I loved riding a bike when I rode as a passenger on a Honda gold Wing, ( my legs were too short and I too “little” to attempt to hold a Gold Wing up on my own, I tried!)  I became a tad fanatic about a road and off road bike (Triumph Tiger)  In a split second, I had been transformed and it was a transformation.   I wanted the leathers and I always wanted to be out riding. Good or bad weather didn’t really matter, I wanted the wind on my face,  and the freedom of being in Nature unconfined by a metal or fiberglass box around me.

via Hristina Ivanoava

I don’t ride at all now, but the love of the ride has never left me, nor the joy of transformation, the thrill of a new discovery.  The true happiness of finding another dimension of yourself in life, how wonderful a shift of gears can be…  To do those curves, you have to lean into them, balance, be in harmony with the bike and the motion of being there.  You are in the moment.  Living it, there is no other way!

pictures – Pinterest

 

 

 

Comments on: "the joy of transformation" (1)

  1. Good morning,
    I have never driven a motorcycle, only been a passenger and the love of it never left me either. Life has never offered me the opportunity to own, opperate or even ride in the back very often, but I look. I look at bikes and I admire their riders immensely. The sitting posture of a rider, the length of the back, the breadth of the arms all suggest to me owning the machine and the road, being totally alert and in a world appart at the same time. From my observation point, the pleasure is also mine, but for a brief moment. My back shoots straight up and I own my own road and journey a little closer.
    Christianne, PL Ottawa chirch

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