A BUDDY OF MINE is woefully between bikes. The circumstance from which this arises is of little consequence, but the conversation always ensues: Which motorcycle to get when the time for getting’ gets here?
He’s put a couple thousand miles on rented BMW GSs over the course of two extended-weekend road trips. “I like the upright seating and the durability of the Beemer,” he reports. Then he adds “But 140 horsepower on that Ducati…” or “But the Triumph Tiger with 114 horsepower…” or “The Rocket III’s got tons of power…” followed by, “What do you think?”
I’ve ridden trails and Forest Service Roads and thought at times, “If something ever happens to me out here, they’ll never find me.”
“What do you think?”
“What kind of riding do you plan to do?”
Arguments abound as to whether we’re happier or better off because we have access to such power and speed – not only for transportation but also for damned near everything else we do.
But I can only speak for myself. For some, twisting the throttle and blasting forward through time and space must hold a hypnotic power, one steeped in anticipation and adrenaline. I guess I’m glad it’s available to ‘em.
SOMETIMES it doesn’t require raw power to achieve satisfaction.
Church of the Open Road Press