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The Motorcycle Gene

Why do some people crave riding motorcycles when most either fear or loathe them?  I’m not talking about the poser who owns a motorcycle that spends more time in the garage or trailer, but about the person who thinks nothing of logging 300 or more miles in a day and becomes grouchy if they can’t ride.

Think about it, even on a perfect riding day there may be 100 or more cages for every motorcycle on the road.  Why will these few risk life and limb to ride a motorcycle and think very little of it?  In fact if you ask, these people will even tell you they feel alive and relaxed even when dodging crazy cage pilots.  Again, why?

In my travels, I’ve found that true motorcycle riders don’t fit any mold, other then their attraction to riding.  While the average person believes that a motorcycle rider has a screw loose, wears leathers and has outlaw tendencies, they couldn’t be more wrong.  At a recent reunion of childhood friends and their parents, who were also childhood friends, it hit me that the need to ride might just be genetic.  I’m not saying that it’s passed down from generation to generation, only that there might be a unique genetic trait; some may say mutation that predisposes one to ride.

Does Not Ride Well With Others or Choose Your Riding Friends Wisely

Earlier this summer I was tempted to join a motorcycle riders club.  You know the type of club where riders get together in a parking lot somewhere and take a ride to a planned destination, have coffee and then ride home.  Kind of like Wild Hogs, but with more people.

After last weekend, the temptation has passed and to be blunt there’s no way in hell I’ll join a riders club.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I’d fired up my Roadliner for a 120-mile afternoon cruise.  The road that leads out of town is filled with corners, elevation changes and scenery that tourists plan months to come and see.  It’s a riders dream!  Anyway, I’m having a fun time powering up the hill when I caught up with a local riders club.  They were all on cruisers of various makes and all dressed the part of the leather-clad biker.  They were riding in staggered formation and I couldn’t believe how slow they were riding, especially around the corners.  In fact when they hit the corners the lead rider would put up his arm to indicate that the formation should go single file. 

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