Why I Ride: Guts, Girls, or Glory…

The answer is D, none of the above. Although, they can be byproducts of motorcycling.

Think about it. Everyone who rides shows courage because of the sport’s dangerous nature. I know you’ve noticed that girl checking you out while darting around downtown. I would also bet that you have experienced a sense of pride when someone compliments your ride.

These byproducts are great! But I don’t ride motorcycles to prove my courage, find a date, or win a race.

I’m not implying that these responses are invalid. These are legitimate reasons why some people ride, and I respect that.

Personally, I ride for other purposes.

I ride because it’s in my DNA.

My dad ensured that I experienced life on two wheels at an early age. On my 5th birthday, he gave me a 50cc. From that moment on, I have loved motorcycles. They have been with me through it all.

I spent most weekends of my life from ages 7 to 16 on a dirtbike. I remember being so excited for Sundays because it meant Dad and I were going to the big trails to ride.

As I got older, I was glued to my dad’s hip in the shop. I’d watch him work on anything with two wheels and an engine. My roommates and I were caught storing bikes in our college apartment rooms (not advisable).

I spent my first paycheck from my first ‘real-world’ job on a down payment at the dealership. Later, when my small business was struggling, fixing and selling bikes helped support me financially.

Now I work in the industry as a full-time career. Motorcycles are a part of me. I intend to keep it that way.

I ride for fun!

To me, it’s relaxing. Throwing a leg over and hitting the road for a few minutes can completely put my mind at ease. I get to concentrate solely on the ride, shoving negative thoughts to the side.

Riding is challenging. You’re constantly judging cornering lines, monitoring terrain conditions, dodging obstacles, and gauging traffic.

It’s also thrilling. Knowing you are in control of a machine capable of serious speed is a rush. The added danger of being less-protected acts as the cherry on top of the Adrenaline Sundae.

Riding a motorcycle is just plain fun. You can’t beat the feeling after finding your rhythm in the twisties. Or when you land that jump perfectly. You feel in tune with the machine. It forces a smile on your face.

I ride for the community.

Motorcycle culture is accepting. We all share a passion for two wheels. It’s a great outlet to meet new people.

In my experience, most riders are pretty cool. Striking up conversations is a breeze. “Nice bike! Tell me, how do you like it?”

If I’m in an unfamiliar place, I’ll search for local shops or bars with motorcycles parked out front. I can travel with the confidence that I’ll always have people to talk to.

Riding also enhances the relationships that I have already formed.

I have a strong bond with my dad partly because of the time we spent/spend working on and riding bikes.

My best friend and I share motorcycle posts almost daily. It’s something we can experience together, even when we live in separate states.

I enjoy the time with my co-workers at the shop because of our shared excitement when new machines and features are introduced.

Admittedly, even my romantic relationships involve motorcycles. A ride to a picnic lunch is one of my favorite dates.

Why do you ride?

If you’re reading this post, I’m assuming you have an interest in motorcycles. I would love to know why!

A goal of this blog is to share experiences of motorcycle culture. Tell us… what drives your passion for motorcycles?