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A charity rally yesterday, bikers ready for the start of the tour. It began in Plantagenet Ontario, and was going to end with a spaghetti dinner in Alfred later in the day. The weather was awesome for the ride, good showing, and hopefully a successful event for the fund raisers.

A cheerful smile and expression makes everyone around you happy.

When you do everything with a smile, not only you but the people around you will feel good. Always remember to put on a happy face._(PL2014.15)

There is a sense of freedom when you ride a bike that I’ve been unable to replicate over the years. I’ve toured before, years ago now, but the feelings that I acquired from the rides has never gone away, I still smile when I see another rider on a touring bike go by. Noted yesterday although there were a lot of couples who rode together on the same bike. Many of the ladies had their own ride. THAT was a pleasure all on its own. I was given riding lessons MANY years ago for my birthday… but I was never brave enough to follow through. I liked being a passenger. =^_^= Spent many happy hours on a Honda Gold Wing.. and a Tiger (Triumph)

Cheers everyone.. make today a day of SMILES…

Oyashikiri

Many of the riders were from the Hawkesbury Harley Davidson club… sorry there were too many bikers to get a full picture of all participants and the various clubs that participated. If anyone knows or has information, please let me know. There were all makes and models of bikes there.

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the joy of transformation

Good 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.

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.

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.

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.

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