Irondad has written a thoughtful post about why we motorcyclists ride motorcycles, especially in dreary weather conditions.
What is it about riding?
I found that interesting, because I was wondering the same thing last week.
I can honestly say that I will miss my motorcycle more than ever on the days that I am forced to leave it behind due to weather.
Yes, I do ride quite a lot in the winter. Since it's just cold and wet but not icy, I feel justified in what others would consider to be an act of insanity.
But that got me to thinking, how do I justify my insanity?
My response?
Balisada said...
I don't justify my insanity.
I embrace it.
I proudly put tiger ears and a tail on my helmet and 24 packs of toilet paper on the Rebel, knowing full well that I will probably end up on YouTube as fodder for jokes.
I will ride in the pouring rain with just a RevIt Jacket, blue jeans, and tiger-eared-adorned-helmet, fully aware that my feet are swimming in their own pool of water and I literally leave a trail of water dripping off my soaked jeans when I walk inside. I know that drivers shake their heads when they see me riding in the rain and wonder what would compel someone to ride a motorcycle in such miserable weather.
Why?
Because no where does it say that life was intended to be taken seriously.
Because if someone were to offer to give me my dream vehicle, I would honestly get to say:
"Sorry, I already bought it. I rode it to work today."
Ta!
Balisada
So I am embracing my insanity.
Proudly, in fact.
Ta!
Balisada