I am firmly in the 'crazy camp' and kinda relieved/surprised that there are so many others out there who share a similar 'relationship' with their motorcycle.

My brain tells me its just a machine , talking to it is just plain idiotic.

But my heart tells me she (the bike) has a soul and she WILL ( and I believe DOES) respond positively to my attention, whether that attention be an encouraging "woohoo! go girl" or a pleading "come on baby" or a gentle caress of the tank along with an apologetic "sorry girl, not today".

And when I'm riding me and bike are one and it really doesn't get much better.
I often describe my time spent with my animals as my soul food but I can't come up with an easy expression of what the bike is to me.

I guess its like that old song "Love is like oxygen...you get too much you get too high...not enuf of it and ya die"

Life bikeless? That just doesn't compute for me.