A few weeks ago I took the MINI to work, and I drove home the long way. It was a nice drive home.
Since then I’ve ridden home on the motorcycle almost everyday, and have taken the long way home two or three times. Each time I’ve thought about how different it was in a car. I did enjoy the MINI the other day, but even after a great drive home, it is still not the same as riding a motorcycle. I mentioned this in the MINI post, but it got me thinking again, about what is it that makes me love riding so damn much.
After much reflection it is not a speed thing as most assume. I think at its most basic it really is just the way you make a motorcycle turn vs. making a car turn. One is passive and the other is active. Strangely enough the motorcycle is more fun because it is harder to turn. Or maybe not so strange; things that are easy seldom give the pleasure of things you have to work for.
Turning a motorcycle is work. It involves leaning the motorcycle and the faster you are going the more it needs to lean and the more you need to move your body on the bike to keep it upright. That sounds strange, and I do not understand the physics of it all, but I trust the fast people (racers etc.) to know. So I do as they do (as much as I can).
Even with riding a motorcycle being so complicated (and doing it well is even more difficult). I still find that I wish I was better despite the fact that my riding buddy D thinks I am better than him now (of which I am a bit skeptical) but at the very least suggests I am no longer a novice.
It really doesn’t matter. What the end result is… is flying. Or swooping, or… it’s just awesome.