07/10/2020
Riding a motorcycle doesn’t call to everyone, it carries a level of risk that is anathema to most and it demands a level of competence, a degree of engagement that is unusual in today's society.
Like an old craft, the skills and the wisdom necessary to be successful at it don't come quickly but emerge only slowly over time.
Most people today simply don't have the patience or the inclination to deal with that sort of thing.
But for those of us who do, to that tiny minority who are drawn to it, the rewards are immeasureable.
For us, riding imbues life itself with colour and tinges it with adventure. It connects us to a time when people weren't perhaps quite so shy about how they lived.
A time when everything wasn't a careful, exacting calculus of risk and reward.
A bolder time when a fear of getting hurt didn't stand as an impenetrable shield to the simple enjoyment of life.
So, yeah, those of us who ride are definitely different, but it's a good different . We carry something that once was common but now is rare. Something of the distilled essence of what got us all here.
We are the last wolves, in a land of sheep.
