Comments on: We Don’t Need More Motorcycle Riders

By: Christina

Christina — Mon, 21 May 2012 03:38:41 +0000

I ride because there is nothing more thrilling than the sound of my Harley and feeling all that power between my legs, as well as the thrill of flying down the highway while birds soar overhead. It’s me and my Harley. We are one and for the moment I’m riding, I forget all my problems. Nothing else matters.

I hear all the time: you don’t LOOK like a motorcyclist! Or, from one guy, ‘well if YOU can learn to ride, then so can I!’ . Was he referring to my being a girl? Of course. But many men don’t ride simply because their wives don’t want them to which is so sad. I say: follow your passion. It’s never too late.

By: Steven

Steven — Fri, 18 May 2012 23:28:08 +0000

I’ve been in love with bikes since my first poster of a Katana got hung on my wall as a teenager. I drive 18 wheels all week which sucks and is for money only. My philosophy is more wheels, the more it sucks (great adjective). My gsxr is as fast and performance orientated as a supercar for a fraction of the price. Since I’ll never have a Bugatti Veyron, I’ll stick with my bike. Matter of fact I’d stick with my bike even if I had that car. Ride Hard Be Safe.

By: Thom

Thom — Thu, 17 May 2012 07:58:40 +0000

I started on motorcycles because I couldn’t afford a car. Forty-five years later I still don’t have a car and now I can’t be bothered to even try one, so I guess I’ll stick with motorcycles until I take the last ride.

By: Retired Army

Retired Army — Wed, 16 May 2012 16:56:48 +0000

Riding improves my intellect and thought process as well as my self worth. I read everything I can get my hands on about motorcycle techniques and safety. I also have an instrument rating and can fly and navigate a plane in the clouds. As such I have developed a scan technique for motorcycling that is similar to scanning the instruments of a plane. Because I have had the pleasure and experience to participate in both activities I consider my life to be complete.

By: Bob

Bob — Sun, 22 Apr 2012 19:43:05 +0000

April 22, 2012- Today, my 80th birthday, is the perfect time to consider the question of why I ride. Simply put, it is near the top of many enjoyable pasttimes. Since my first ride at 16, and only one minor scrape that year, I no longer feel any special qualms about riding; only the realization that it’s mostly up to me to remain safe and alive. If first time acquaintances wonder about my sanity for riding, they don’t seem to show it. On the other hand, I am just as likely as anyone to criticize the dangerous antics of some other riders who risk injury or worse to themselves and others. As someone may have already described it, motorcycling is the nearest thing to flying that I can think of – without leaving the ground.