Thoughts on motorcycling...
A girlfriend of mine at home once said 'You need to be really paranoid to ride a motorcycle - you have to look at every other vehicle on the road and think 'What is this person going to do to try and kill me today?'' She is completely correct in this.
This morning, out of a line of vehicles, I was the only one who moved over to the other lane to allow the guy waiting on the side street to join the traffic. Maybe he'll remember that and will *see* that motorcycle, rather than change lanes on top of it. Of course, he's not to know I was just following one of the basic laws of motorcycling - stay as far away from other vehicles as possible. Plus, I'm just that nice! :)
It's always a little cooler out than it looks.
People who say they ride a motorcycle because it's economical are lying. Or they're riding for entirely the wrong reasons.
Motorcycling gives you lots of time to think. This is, perhaps, not always a good thing. I've done two trips to central Australia with two different boyfriends over the years, and broke up with each of them not long after we got back...
My motorcycle boots are older than some of my friends. Wonderfully comfortable though - Italians know boots, what can I say? Speaking of my boots, I really need to stop wearing them as snow boots in the winter. They're the only boots I can stand - anything else, even high tops, rubs that little bone on the side of my ankles raw.
One thing I miss riding here is that I don't know many people locally who ride - when I had a bike at home, it was because I'd spent my time dating guys who rode bikes, so lots of my friends had them too. We would go on motorcycle rallies probably once a month (one thing I don't miss - sleeping in a tent!) and I spent my 21st birthday in Tibooburra, which is an awful long way from anywhere, mostly on dirt roads. And because that wasn't remote enough, we went on to Noccundra from there! Frankly, I'm surprised it warranted a Wiki page. So - yeah - I could do without camping anytime soon. In this lifetime.
I had thought, in the last year or so, that I might sell my bike. She'd sat in the driveway, unridden, for at least 18 months. I know if I sell her, I won't ever buy another one. And I'm not quite ready to admit that just yet. This morning, I was really glad I hadn't. Will probably be even more so going home!
This morning, out of a line of vehicles, I was the only one who moved over to the other lane to allow the guy waiting on the side street to join the traffic. Maybe he'll remember that and will *see* that motorcycle, rather than change lanes on top of it. Of course, he's not to know I was just following one of the basic laws of motorcycling - stay as far away from other vehicles as possible. Plus, I'm just that nice! :)
It's always a little cooler out than it looks.
People who say they ride a motorcycle because it's economical are lying. Or they're riding for entirely the wrong reasons.
Motorcycling gives you lots of time to think. This is, perhaps, not always a good thing. I've done two trips to central Australia with two different boyfriends over the years, and broke up with each of them not long after we got back...
My motorcycle boots are older than some of my friends. Wonderfully comfortable though - Italians know boots, what can I say? Speaking of my boots, I really need to stop wearing them as snow boots in the winter. They're the only boots I can stand - anything else, even high tops, rubs that little bone on the side of my ankles raw.
One thing I miss riding here is that I don't know many people locally who ride - when I had a bike at home, it was because I'd spent my time dating guys who rode bikes, so lots of my friends had them too. We would go on motorcycle rallies probably once a month (one thing I don't miss - sleeping in a tent!) and I spent my 21st birthday in Tibooburra, which is an awful long way from anywhere, mostly on dirt roads. And because that wasn't remote enough, we went on to Noccundra from there! Frankly, I'm surprised it warranted a Wiki page. So - yeah - I could do without camping anytime soon. In this lifetime.
I had thought, in the last year or so, that I might sell my bike. She'd sat in the driveway, unridden, for at least 18 months. I know if I sell her, I won't ever buy another one. And I'm not quite ready to admit that just yet. This morning, I was really glad I hadn't. Will probably be even more so going home!