What do you personally love about the hobby of motorcycling?

**DEATH_INC.** · 3rd February 2004, 16:42

For me it would have to be the adrenelan rush

and the freedom from pretty much everything else that sux in this world.You get on yer bike and hit yer fave windys,and everything vanishes from your mind 'cept for what yer doin

LB · 4th February 2004, 05:00

Originally Posted by Fazer Bloke

Chicks in biker leathers!

Or men in (or perhaps half out of.....) leather

Though I'm not fussy....some guys look good in cordura too.

**Big Dog** · 4th February 2004, 15:24

Originally Posted by Gixxer

I tried to explain this to someone once who asked what was the big deal about riding, at the time I said it could not be explained, :spudwhat: that it had to be felt.

if someone asked me now, I think I would say 'freedom'.
the feel of the wind and openness all around you. the noise, the smell, the thrill of speed, the fear of crashing.

oh yeah and chicks in leather.

I too have tried to explain it before but it defies all explanation

The adrenaline rush, the fear the challenge, the slamming a 400+hp car on a 250, blowing back a hsv on a 15 year bike, the attention it demands from children / late teen early 20's females, being part of the surroundings, independance, like minded individuals wherever you go, spiritual zen feeling...... nuh all of the above and more that cannot possibly be defined by a mere mortal.

**Ms Piggy** · 4th February 2004, 16:08

Originally Posted by Lynda Blair

Or men in (or perhaps half out of.....) leather

Though I'm not fussy....some guys look good in cordura too.

Have to agree with ya there Lynda

**Hitcher** · 4th February 2004, 18:31

One of my best "bike" moments was one day when Mrs H and I were supping our cappuccinos in front of a cafe adjacent to our parked bikes. A brand spanking Mercedes Benz SUV with all the fruit pulls up. Dad walks around and helps three-year-old son out of his car seat. Said son runs up to our bikes (these were our 250s, by the way) and yells "Look Daddy, MOTORBIKES!" Dad doesn't react but as he walks past I said "I'll bet he didn't react like that when you bought the Merc!" for which I got a very sour silent look... I guess the truth hurts...

**franco** · 4th February 2004, 19:24

Motorcycling evokes a lot of feelings for me I guess. Face it, they are toys - fun toys. Cars are much more practical no matter how much we try and justify otherwise (cheaper to run, easier to park, more environmentally friendly, etc).

Not only are they fun toys, but they are dangerous fun toys. We all know the risks, and happily accept them. So like gladiators we challenge (and beat) death each time we swing a leg over the saddle. An instructor once told me "a good ride is a ride we safely come home from". So we try to make every ride a good ride.

It's also pretty much a solo / individual pursuit. Sure, we take pillions and ride with groups from time to time, but I reckon we all probably spend a major part of our time riding solo. So it's an escape.

And cornering. As motorcyclists I reckon we pretty much love to find great twisty roads which give us lovely opportunities to lean the bike into corners. And when you nail your corners, it's like the same feeling you get when you
throw an orange skin into a dustbin from 10m away...BOOYAH !!

Ok, ok, it's really about the chicks.....cher cher

**Ms Piggy** · 6th February 2004, 19:57

Today I went for a bit of a cruise up to Paekakariki and back, it's the biggest ride I've done so far.

While I was cruising along I realised, as I was grinning like an idiot, that another reason I love riding is b/c it's something I can call my own. I know when I first started riding I was taught by another friend but in the end it's up to me and it's only me that will make me a better rider, I know I'll always be learning & getting tips & pointers off other riders but what I mean compared to driving a cage, you'll have have someone in the passenger seat giving you advice but when you're out riding you own the ride...does that make sense?

Who cares! All I know is I love riding my bike and it makes me smile spontaneously!!

**ching_ching** · 6th February 2004, 22:12

Originally Posted by franco

Ok, ok, it's really about the chicks.....cher cher

Cher, cher brudder!

**ching_ching** · 6th February 2004, 22:15

Originally Posted by Hitcher

and yells "Look Daddy, MOTORBIKES!" Dad doesn't react but as he walks past I said "I'll bet he didn't react like that when you bought the Merc!" for which I got a very sour silent look... I guess the truth hurts...

Geez your a shit stirrer Hitcher

**mangell6** · 6th February 2004, 22:22

No no He's only stating the truth

**merv** · 7th February 2004, 07:57

Originally Posted by Celtic_Sea_lily

Today I went for a bit of a cruise up to Paekakariki and back, it's the biggest ride I've done so far.

Great and you got through Porirua safely without the gangs accosting you.

**James Deuce** · 7th February 2004, 08:31

Originally Posted by merv

Great and you got through Porirua safely without the gangs accosting you.

I haven't seen a really threatening bike gang in about 10 years.

I remember being swarmed by Highway 61 just outside Hunterville once. They slowed down and kept me in the middle of the group. I hooned off down Vinegar hill and lost them at the 2nd corner

RG250 beats HD. No contest.

Still had to get my leathers cleaned.

Jim2

**Draco** · 7th February 2004, 09:12

Originally Posted by Hitcher

Said son runs up to our bikes (these were our 250s, by the way) and yells "Look Daddy, MOTORBIKES!" Dad doesn't react but as he walks past I said "I'll bet he didn't react like that when you bought the Merc!" for which I got a very sour silent look... I guess the truth hurts...

Go hitcher

Let's face it guys, it's also about

to society too.

**PeteThePom** · 7th February 2004, 22:25

Originally Posted by Motu

........... my early experiances in bikes leads me to today.

It was a life of adversity,the bikes we rode ......... were unreliable and we used to go places you wouldn't take a late model trail bike - we were in deep shit all the time.Your bike broke down and you had to fix it,.........apart,repaired it with fencing wire then rode 4000km home running on distilled beer..............it.The bike then rode from Taranaki back to Auckland then commuted for a couple of months before another gearbox was fitted.......and there were years of it,that's what riding bikes was all about ......Like Jack and others I need to know my bikes inside out,every bike I get is pulled apart then put back together,I know where every bolt is and what it holds together,all the whirling things inside the motor I can visualise while I'm riding,I know my bike,I can feel my bike,it speaks to me - and I listen,........we are riding together my bike and I,sharing the experiance,telling each other what we need to know...input and feedback,I enjoy myself each ride...and so does my bike,it loves doing what it was built for,it knows I care and returns the favour.........I walk into a shed and the bikes know who I am,I give them a pat,stroke their flanks,they all like a bit of attention,they look after you if you treat them right.

Thanks for putting my thoughts into the words that I couldn't!