Motorcycle Commute
Sharing the experience of riding a motorcycle using words is going to fall short of the actual event. There is nothing like it, and it’s different for everyone. It is difficult to recall every detail that take place because there are so many of them. And it’s not like I can jot them down or make a quick audio note that I can pull up later. Both hands and both feet are making me go, stop, turn, use signals, or change gears. Every sense is focused on the ride: the speed I’m going, the speed I’d rather be going, where I’m at in the lane, what does the next turn look like, my position from vehicles before and behind me, and countless other minutia that gets used and lost from moment to moment. My ride mantra is constantly looping through my head as I cruise down the road, “They can’t see me, and they’re all out to kill me.” And somehow this is enjoyable and relaxing. Most of my riding takes place during my commute to work and back, and thankfully the route I take to work is all “...