It takes a shed full of certain magnetic twists and turns within the world’s atmosphere, that’s unbeknown to man and woman to ignite a supersonic glow inside us as we open the curtains on a given morning and think ‘BIKE’. You rub your eyes and open the window, the smell of a beautiful day soothing
your nostrils and caressing the face and mind. The sun glistens across the tarmac and then…… as if in another biker’s dimensional world, the road speaks in a way as if it knows you are listening….. and in a sexy alluring way it simply says “HELLO….. ride all over me!”
Immediately after one more sniff of the fresh air, the head tilts towards where the Motorcycle sits, for me it’s the garage. The urge now uncontrollable, it’s as if a magic finger has pressed the fast forward button that
controls you. The shower is on and you’re underneath it, using the smallest amount of shampoo as time is of the essence. Within a split second there’s breakfast in front of you, less milk, less cereal than usual, eating standing up of course, there’s no time to sit. Me…. I’ll be standing in my pants, so I properly dry off as there’s nothing worse than struggling to put the leathers on with slightly damp skin.
Then whilst still chewing the last spoon full of breakfast I pull the cover off, the bike is revealed, the leathers and boots are on……. eventually, the helmet is on so the last thing to fit in to are the gloves. For me, I want to feel like Batman so I sit on the bike then press the key fob and the garage doors come up (you know, the part where Batman and Robin drive out of the Bat cave in the Bat mobile). I slowly manoeuvre up the drive that takes me on to the road of freedom.
No matter who you are or where you are in the world, no matter what type of bike you have, when the weather is right, the mood is unstoppable. There’s nothing like it, smooth long winding roads with beautiful scenery. The sound of the engine, especially the cheeky rev at the traffic lights, the feel of freedom with only the elements against your body and the hint of anonymity as the helmet covers your face or in my case now, a buff (open face helmet). I don’t know what it is…… I didn’t ask for it, it’s just built in my DNA, but I always smile when I hear a loud bike, I have to look, for me it’s a low rider with their arms and legs stretched out in front of them………COOL…… I always say ‘May the ride be with you!’
For me living in south Wales, my usual ride is Brecon or beyond, the scenery is lovely, I don’t travel much further at the moment due to the bikes I own…… keep reading…. the pictures will follow. So once I’ve reached my destination, either Brecon or Tal-y-Bont on Usk, I like to have a cup of tea and a hotdog whilst enjoying the view, whether it’s the mountains, the river or the Brecon Canal and if I’m lucky the RAF Jets fly past very low……. I love that! I jump every time….. I wave but they never beep their horn (for you beautiful American readers
‘Honk’ their Horns!) Of course, I always want another hotdog but I don’t. Made that mistake when riding home from the beach in Porthcawl, the time when I used to own a Kawasaki Ninja 636….. you know, the sports bike where you have to lay all over the tank to ride it. Not good in tight leathers looking like a mini Power Ranger after eating a big bag of Fish and Chips…… that was a long ride home….. and by the way, the fish and chips were this big!
It’s not that I haven’t got friends, although as I get older the less I have, but I prefer to ride alone, it gives me more freedom to go where I want and even change my mind half way through and ride somewhere else. Also it helps me not to ride naughty, YES some of you reading this are saying ‘but sometimes Dave, naughty is nice!’ and sometimes I agree with you. But let’s consider, if there’s 3 of you out for a ride and you’re over-taking, the
1st rider does it easy, the 2nd rider squeezes in but the 3rd who always wants to make sure they keep up and stay with the pack will either make it without leaving enough room for a fly with his wings in his pockets beside you or…. well, the unthinkable. I know, I know, I‘ve been there and YES, some days even if you put a Nun, a Vicar or the Pope on a motorcycle, at some point it will bring the bad out in them and the naughtiness goes straight to the wrist and they’ll want to twist and go faster.
Also it’s not always the biker’s fault, as the saying goes “Think Bike, Think Twice!” If I was running for Prime
Minister or President (don’t get too excited, I’m not…… not this week anyway) I’d make everyone take their bike test just so they’d understand how vulnerable you can be on a motorcycle. There would also be other things I’d do but I’m not telling you……you might never vote for me.
Lots of things left to do in my biking world life, I was supposed to travel through America with a friend for our 40th but we both forgot to save for it……. we were stupid, I think we thought 40 was a long time away. Top tip for anyone else, it takes 40 years! Same time for everyone and it comes around quick. I’ve not yet ridden a bike with Ape bars (I really want to!) Still hoping to travel across America or maybe ride around the Italian lakes or Lake Michigan, I’d love to ride the Californian coast with the ocean to one side of me as my arms and legs stretch out as far as possible enjoying the views and the sun on my face….. maybe my 50th (not started to save yet though) or I’ll find a very generous American new friend with far too many bikes who says to me “Dave, have a month off, come ride with me…..” and his name would be Harley Davidson. I’d even be happy having a few hours riding the Hollywood Hills, with a cup of tea and a hotdog in the middle of it all (am I asking to much?)
When the time is right I’ll know I’ll be there, but until then I’m happy where I am, The Kawasaki Ninja 636 was sold a few years ago (saving for a new bike). I have 2 bikes which I’m keeping, both restored by myself. I have a year 2000 Vespa et4, 125cc, it’s lots of fun, twist and go. I also have a 1978 CB400T Superdream Cafe racer, gets lots of looks, it’s very nice…. and sounds like a thunder storm.
For the new bike yet to come….? Well, I’m in two minds, I’m torn, 50-50, half and half, chips and rice….. you know what I mean. For me, it’s a choice of only 2, and they are the Harley 48 Sportster or the Triumph Bobber.
I’m not the tallest of people and I know I fit on either one, both lovely though….. Well, when either one arrives I’ll let you know, but until then, please ride safe you have a family waiting for you at home. Enjoy your motorcycle, life is always better in the wind with a bike between your legs. Let the riding clear your mind and soak up the scenery and the hotdog and a cup of tea or coffee. But above all else, make sure if it’s a sunny day and the road is calling you, you always come back in one piece and it’s your bed you sleep in….. MAY THE RIDE BE WITH YOU!!
As ever on the Easy Blend, I’ll let you know what I’m listening to. Today it’s Bruce Springsteen, Rocky Ground.
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Until the next Easy Blend blog………..
Stay warm and fuzzy……..