Motorcycling is Magic
Close your eyes and picture if you can, the magic carpet that took you places you could only imagine. Now open your eyes, but hold onto that feeling. Your BMW Motorcycle has just replaced that dirty old, worn out rug.
Reach out, turn the key, push the start button and listen to the motor purr. Pull in the clutch, shift into first gear, let out the clutch and feel the power, shift into second and then into third. Eventually you are in fifth gear on a country road in the mountains of Pennsylvania, the wind in your face and the machine ticking beneath you. Yes you are free, free as a bird flying in the sky, following the river's edge. A high feeling unable to be matched by any other stimuli. Legs wrapped around this machine, feet on the pegs, twisting the throttle, you float freely down the road. With no effort, the bike leans into the corners as if it knows where it is going. The road stretches from your front door around the block or around the world. You see the horizon in the distance, but you will be there soon only to see a new horizon in the distance, lakes, ponds, trees and rivers are around the next bend in the road.
The magic moment can be riding in the cold rain as you climb the mountain chilled to the bone. Yes, as you get to the top of the ridge and you feel as if you can take off and become airborne, but instead the sun pops out from behind the rain cloud and burst in you face. You are awestruck by the double rainbow ahead, only you the rider can see the beauty. Your camera will never catch the picture that will remain in the scrapbook in the back of your mind.
Planes trains and automobiles may take you there, but for me a motorcycle can provide the magic along the way. Close your eyes and picture if you can.
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