Writing about being on a motorcycle

It’s always the little things that make it such a joy. They all add up. The vibrations that I can feel through my contact with the bike, feet, hands and seat. The sound of the rush of air, even through earplugs there is a low roar of air past my helmet. Then there is the pressure of the wind chilling my legs and arms. The force of it holding me up as I lean into the speed.

The road stretches on in front of me. Down the hill through the valley and up the next hill curving away into the horizon. I twist the trottle, speeding up, not because I am in a hurry, but because the instant acceleration of the bike is a wonderful thing to experience. The force of the wind increases with my acceleration and I lean down toward the tank, feeling it flow around me, I can barely hear the engine above the wind but the growl of the exhaust does get louder and almost encourages me to go even faster.

It’s for moments like these that I live. Moments of speed and acceleration, moments that make me feel alive.

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About MotoCynic

I started riding motorcycles in 2006, and there is no going back. I've ridden more than 100,000 miles, most of it on a Ducati Monster, and despite setbacks and murderous BMW's I'm loving every mile.
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