One thing that can be said about motorcycles: they’re certainly not for the weak-hearted. A motorcycle is all about speed, space, and freedom. You just don’t get that from cars. Of course, we’re not going to launch a debate here on which is the better set of wheels here, but right now I love my bike. Last year I traded my SUV for a Duccati. The closest I can describe it is that it’s like walking on water. Okay, I haven’t exactly walked on water before, but that’s what I imagine it to be.
There’s this film I watched a few months back called The Motorcycle Diaries. It’s about the journey of Ernesto “Che” Guevara and Alberto Granado in Latin America), and quite appropriately, it’s on a motorcycle, a 1939 Norton 500, they chose to make that road trip. I’m thinking what better way is there to travel and explore the world than with a motorcycle.
And then there’s Easy Rider too, the 1969 classic–again with the lead actors riding their motorcycles, this time, Harley Davidsons. They’re in search of America, much like the bikers in The Motorcycle Diaries were in search of their Latin origins. What strikes me about these two films is that I can’t imagine them riding any other vehicle but a bike. Your hair blowing in the wind, the G’s tugging firm at your face, the landscapes zooming around you as it changes right under your feet, the engine growling according to your wrist. Imagine if they had done their road trip in a truck.
When I see films like these with heroes riding easy on motorcycles, I can’t help but feel proud because I share kinship with them. Now, I know what it feels like. A miracle.
I say it’s time that we change our views about people and their bikes. Drugs, rebellion, drifting, crime. It’s just not fair because bikers actually stand for everything that is Freedom. Our detractors might say, get a grip on yourselves. But what’s the point?
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