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10th May 2017, 15:11 | #31 |
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| Re: Why motorcycling moves you? For the moment of serenity which only a bike can give. For the de-stressing effect it has on me after a hard day at work. And ofcourse, it is the best place to introspect |
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22nd August 2017, 12:05 | #32 |
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| A rider's letter - Why do I bike. This thread is to celebrate the joy of 'riding', no matter on what. Why is that we enjoy riding so much? What is the biker psyche in general and what is it for you, in person? Your type of biking? Momentary memories past and recent which defined biking for you? Somebody's description of his friend's RD350 calling onto him to ride her as if in a hallucination, or, a Classic bikes lover questioning the dignity of a questionably odd bottoms up position a sports biker takes up, intrigues me, humours me, sticks in my mind. The human mind is as beautiful as complicated it is. I know if there is one place where there are no judgemental cramming, it is this place. So feel free to express. If I had to choose one wish only, I would choose 'parakaya pravesha'. All the joys have already been had and I just need to be in the right memory lane to relive those, right? Let me start off with my thoughts. Medically speaking, I presume, a different part of our brain takes over the proceedings when we drive. Not all, but we, the motorheads. We function at a different platform, the conscious is not driven by the everyday drama of life. It is driven by the etiquettes of a good driver, driving to a happy place. May be driven by our pleasure centres, which were modelled in our psyche when we drove our cycles home from school on a half day Saturday?! Unclogged roads, friends driving alongside, may be a small detour around to a street wit tamarind trees, may be a glance sneaked from the corner of the eyes of someone special as you drove by and your ride swayed as you rode a happy wave?! Or am I just romanticising it? May be it is just plain chemical effect on our proprioceptive system, when the effect of gravity is meddled with and we feel the rush of the chemicals released to compensate the seemingly 'loss of balance'?! Can't put a finger on it but I am sure we got modelled to be riders somewhere then. I remember learning cycling on rented cycles and went round and round the same set of roads around my house for hours on end. My friends would get bored of seeing my stupidly happy smiling face showing off my newly acquired skill over and over, everytime I came a circle! I get transformed into a better myself when I drive, to a better me. A fitter stronger sharper taller me! I am a doctor, expected to hire a driver and sit passenger but here I am, feeling like I was born to be a transporter! I traverse a more vivid, different world as I drive along. I enjoy following the correct driver etiquettes climbing up a twisty mountain road. A beautiful radium lit night time mountain highway makes me feel like i am a pilot and I manoeuvre my ride right along the markings. Morning dew hanging down the trees on insect webs makes me forget all my worries and I float along, in unison with Mother Nature. A ride on my 35 yr old 2 stroke bike convinces me that I should plan a trip around the world! (With a lawyer and an engineer, so that I could start telling a joke to my grandkid - 3 Indians, a doctor a lawyer and an engineer went on a bike trip. The doctor said..) Your turn. |
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22nd August 2017, 12:32 | #33 |
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| Re: A rider's letter - Why do I bike. |
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24th August 2017, 16:41 | #34 |
BHPian | I wrote this piece many years ago ...but it's relevant even when I ride today! I am alone.Nothing but a patch of light ahead to follow.Nothing around,except crickets clinking and clattering.I chase the light, keep up with it.My only companion.The beat of my engine,my second heartbeat. I admit, I have revved it up many times in the past few hours.Just to beat solitude.To fake an entity,riding along with me,roaring,talking,just being there. Look up and I find purple.Stealing the night away from black.It's there all around me.I cut through the ink, so fast, as if afraid, it were to devour me in its hue. First Light kisses chrome. The sky wakes up,to another day.Stretching its arms lazily,slowly,out into sunshine.Reclaiming its rightful territory, from darkness.The Master's first stroke, a splash of blue on his canvas. I 'hear' the world wake up.In the lady with the water pot.In the cattle rhythmically chewing gut.In the smiles of kids, joyously waving at anything that passes by.In those eager faces, with hay strewn on the ground, looking for vehicles, praying for heavier ones. In those young men, arrogantly striding with a twig carelessly clenched between their teeth.In the radio, blaring a vaguely familiar tune, from a faraway teashop. Another stroke on the Master's canvas.This time a bright splash of yellow.The cool breeze that rode all night with me, reluctantly brushing away, fading. The second heartbeat drowns, amidst the din of familiar sounds. More companions join me on my ride.More real (or are they?). Shadows shorten under me. The sun creeps up overhead.The yellow brightens. Faces, I see a lot of them.Everywhere, all around me. Riding with me.Each a different colour in itself.Colour, of a different kind,The kind you cannot see, just feel.Some colours intrigue me.There are others that enchant me, still others I detest, a few I cant stand. The few that I really love. Faces, join the ride and disappear along the trail. They all join and leave.But leave,they do, they must. I remember some faces, more clearly than others.They leave, as randomly as the serpentine trail ahead, no reason, no order in its sweeps and curves. The trail, its curves,yes,it draws my attention to it.Puts me in a trance, hypnotic.As I lose myself to it, it reveals the rhythm in its randomness. I look up to find myself, for a moment,still.The world and all its splendid landscape moving in a screen past me.I watch, merely a mute spectator, as the scene changes past me so fast.I see the trail change into a narrow path.Even quicker it morphs into a jungle, primitive and untouched. Im as afraid of it as much as I love it. I shut my eyes, open throttle and deafen myself to all the cacaphony around. Until, I hear only my heartbeat again.Both of them. I open my eyes.The Master's been busy.Im swept into a crimson tide.The road ahead is straight.And long, really long.Seemingly flowing into the cleft between two mountains.And in this melange, I witness the Master's masterpiece. The sun is a majestic, soothing amber.Splendid, as I ride into it.I am alone.I am... the last cowboy. |
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24th August 2017, 22:04 | #35 |
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| Gets the adrenaline flowing. And by riding I don't mean a short sprint, you ain't living the lifestyle unless you walk funny after getting off the saddle swearing to never do it again but end up back there a lot sooner than expected gunning at your own personal record, for absolutely no logical reason at all. The way I see it, it's a man's life, but then of course the lack of extended social interaction ensures that I'll die lonely. But hey! At least I'll only die once. |
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| Another take on why motorcycling moves you, an alternate point of view - from advrider I was going through one of the ride reports in in advrider.com, and it was a fairly long one. The OP has ridden across Continental United States and some parts of Canada on his Ducati 1199 Panigale S, and during the course of the report about the ride, he talks about philosophy and why he needs to ride. It is a l-o-n-g post, and quite philosophical (& incredible & bizarre at the same time), but it's worth a read . Quoting him here:
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Cheers ! Article courtesy : www.advrider.com Author id: AntiHero Link : https://advrider.com/f/threads/coast...#post-19687678 Last edited by Ironhide : 17th November 2018 at 01:03. | |
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| Meditative Much? Quote:
Here's a small but evocative video about the joy, and emotions associated with riding motorcycles. And, the oft cliched word used by riders - Freedom. All the same, it's a fun to watch video that brings another angle of recreational riding. Though Ryan doesn't say it in so many words, he indicates that riding may be meditative. I'd be inclined to agree. Cheers ! | ||
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23rd April 2021, 14:19 | #38 |
BHPian | Re: Why motorcycling moves you? Nothing symbolizes life and death as clearly as riding a motorbike. You are straddled on an engine with 2 wheels. The whole apparatus is under your legs. There is no cage or safety net. You are at your purest, and your rawest. You trust your life on a machine that you control and you know where the edge starts and stops. Other than flying and blasting off to space, I think motorcycling is the only activity that crystallizes this feeling of being alive. Enough with the psychoanalysis. I love motorcycling coz I look good in a leather jacket and girls check me out. Double the fun when other guys' girlfriends check me out. Never had that happen when I drove a Maruti 800. Last edited by no_fear : 23rd April 2021 at 14:26. |
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| Re: Why motorcycling moves you? Why does a motorcycle move me? Because it has two wheels, an engine that runs on petrochemicals to propel itself, a frame that keeps all the parts together. A little jig of the throttle and voila, I'm moved. By the fundamental mechanisms of this put-together-assembly. |
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