I am a lover of all things having to do with bikes. While motorcycles happen to be my cycling weapon of choice, I don’t discriminate against any time of cycle. I enjoy spending my fair share of time on a pedal bike as well-both road bikes and mountain bikes. I’ve rented scooters in Bermuda, taken my motorcycle out on to the open road, and taken a road bike down many a mountain.
To me, there is just nothing else in this world that says fun and freedom like the experience of being on a bike. Pedal bikes I find to be good exercise while motorcycles are high power, fast, and exhilarating. Both bring out my (no so secret) adventurous side in different ways. All types of bikes are an excellent way to get outside, to get moving, to get in to nature and to get in touch with the world around you.
Meditation is a regular part of my daily well being practice. While I enjoy many different types of sitting and walking mediations, I find my time spent out on my motorcycle to be as equally meditative as any of my indoor meditations. To me, immersing myself in nature and on the open road as much as possible is my religion.
Remembering back to the beginning of my biking days, I would say I was about two or three years old when I got my first little red tricycle. Within a couple of years, I upgraded to a pedal bike with some training wheels, and it wasn’t long before my dad took the training wheels off and I was racing around the neighborhood. I believe my very first motorcycle was toddler sized as well. I grew up back in the days before smart phones and Xboxes.
Most of my childhood was spent outside kicking around the neighborhood, no matter if it was cold or hot, raining or snowing. My favorite activity of choice was always my bike. My mother always had to drag me inside; I was never ready to come back in. I believe having a childhood that was lived mostly outside very much influenced the adult I grew up to be. I find myself worried about the generation that grew up with their nose stuck in some sort of electronic device. I fear it will have long lasting impacts on the world around us.
My dad got me set up with my first dirt bike when I was about ten or eleven, and I spent most weekends racing around the track. My dad was always my biggest support when it came to fostering my love of motorcycles. Soon after buying me my first dirt bike, he bought one for himself, and we would spend most of his days off riding out in the pits near our house with me.
I didn’t get my first true motorcycle until I reached college. My parents bought me a beat up old Dodge Spirit while I was in high school. I worked part time at the grocery store and drove that around while I saved up money to go to University and to buy my first bike. This was a 1993 Suzuki DR350 S. It needed some work, but my college apartment was lucky enough to have a garage and I spent most of my downtime working on my bike. That bike remains near and dear my heart to this day.
I am proud to say though that I have upgraded to a 2012 Ducati Monster 696 and I’m living very much in style with my meditation machine. I also have a road bike and mountain biked tucked away in my garage, and a 4 door sedan that I save to drive around once in a while when the elements get to be a little bit too much to handle.