What makes motorcycling so special? That is definitely a question that has a very personal answer. And ultimately, I think that is the answer – it’s very personal.
I think motorcycling is something innate. My fascination with it started at about 3-years-old, as best I can remember. I loved watching bikes whiz by, the faster, the better, and I still feel the same. Now that the twins are 3-years-old, I see the same fascination in them. As I watch them grow up, I can say with certainty that of all the objects in their childhood, our BMW F800R (Karma) is the one that has pulled them in like a magnet the most.
While in Paris on our honeymoon, my wife and I had a moment where we simultaneously recognized this innate connection to motorcycling. We were eating breakfast and a man pulled up on a gorgeous Indian Scout. Neither of us said a word, as we were both fixated on the motorcyclist out the window. As he walked into the Cafe Des Officers and removed his helmet to display a perfectly styled head of silver hair, I couldn't help but say to him "C'est bon Moto," in my infantile French. He smiled and nodded. I looked back at my wife and she said to me, "That guy was sexy even before he took his helmet off." I said, “I know!” We both giggled from the deep understanding of the spirit of the motorcycle.
And that’s what it's about. Something about riding a motorcycle feels like putting your soul on display. It's the outward manifestation of something deep inside, something indescribable. It is something as refined as it is raw. Something eternal. Something pervasive.
It makes me wonder about people who don't ride. But perhaps more importantly, it means I don't have to wonder about people who do.