Adventurous me

I have always been intrigued by motorcycles. It could be because they reminded me of my dad. My dad was a biker. He was a lone rider. I do not know where he got that interest from and even how he started riding. I was surprised when papa arrived in Grootfontein on a motorcycle. It was huge and I loved the way it roared. I admired my dad as he was navigating the iron horse with ease and comfort.

I did not know that my first bike ride as a pillion would become addictive. The adrenalin was pumping through my veins and raising my heartbeat while my lips couldn’t contain a smile. I felt free. I felt wild. I was happy. There was no turning back since. I joined the club. It was amazing to experience the camaraderie and brotherhood, sisterhood displayed with so much affection. I couldn’t help but embrace it all. The charity runs, fun and laughter but most of all, riding.

Riding a motorcycle gives you so much power. You are in control. I love to be in control of everything that surrounds me, anything that affects my life. I want to be able to navigate around obstacles. I do not like to be restricted. When you ride a bike you only have two choices; either you ride till the end without losing control or you die. To arrive at your destination without falling, gives you the ultimate satisfaction.

I love the sound of wind, the touch of it as it crawls through my jacket and caress my face as it creeps through the tiny openings of my helmet, priceless. Everything is in a fast backwards motion while are the only one moving forward. I love how people often stop to admire the motorcycles. A free spirited adrenalin junky that I am can’t get enough satisfaction. I just want to ride and ride, going from one place to other, going on explorations and discoveries. Every bike ride is concluded with a fun gathering of smoldering hugs, jokes, laughter, braai and drinking. It is amazing how people often stop and stare at the roaring big machines. Children and women cannot contain their excitement. Some wants to touch it, some takes pictures with it while others are mesmerized by the lovely roaring sound from the engine. The bigger the engine capacity, the loader the roar and more captivating it is. My favorite obsession is the Harley Davidson. Superbikes are sexy.

My days in the club were short-lived. In as much as the club membership has such lucrative appeal, there are consequences in belonging to it. Yes belonging. Once you join, you belong to the club. It comes with its own controversies and demands. Solo riding is peaceful but not as much fun as riding in a group. Every now and then I still crave for the company of the club but I do not want to give up my freedom of being a solo rider.