So I thought I'd share some of my favourite, biker-only experiences on this sunny Monday morning in August.
1. We can smell the rain coming
Readying ourselves, perhaps even stopping to adopt better clothing, for the oncoming rain because...
2. Rain stings like hell at 60+ mph
We’re not wearing buffs because of some middle-aged desire to look like an outlaw, those buffs are all that stand between our face and needles of rain hitting it at 60+mph.
Also rain is only part of the problem, there are ...
3. Bugs are like Bullets to the Face
Once again, reaching for the buff is an option, ah but the joy for the majority of the journey if you can avoid it in the wind and the sun … until that next big bug surprises you and dents your cheek at 70.
4. A well-taken corner, at any speed, is the epitome of man-machine bliss
Your head cocks to the alternate angle for the bend, giving you a look like you’re trying to peer around the corner. This causes the big bike beneath you to almost lean and turn itself into the corner, a feeling that is indescribable in its simplicity and elegance.
Biker and bike become, admittedly slightly cliched, one as you cruise around the corner in what feels like a vaguely physics-breaking (but is of course entirely physics-embracing) manner.
5. The journey really is the point
Dan Ackroyd (a fellow Harley rider like myself) then also points out, nothing keeps you in an almost zen-like state of awareness and noticing than the fact when you’re on a bike most people haven’t seen you, and the ones that have are actively out to kill you … it helps to be that paranoid!
You notice the wind, the smells, the surface of the road, the fluid movement of the traffic, the smiles and lack of smiles on people’s faces … you notice everything, and that makes every moment of your journey a joy.