My First Time Riding A Motorcycle
Wednesday, February 24th, 2010Working at a law firm is about as conservative a lifestyle as one can imagine. The career effectively structures and confines one’s life. I was determined to break out of this confinement. My first inclination was to make a list of the things I would do. Then it hit me. Making a list is exactly a thing I did not need to do.
I hastily escaped the office cell and jumped into my SUV to immerse myself in the freedom of the road. It was then I realized that this was something I had missed from my youth. I had learned how to drive when I was nineteen and thought how great it was to be out on the road. I remember having the windows rolled down in the summer time and having the breeze flow through my hair. This was freedom and I wanted to experience it again.
I stopped at the red light and a man in a loud motorcycle stopped in the lane next to me. He was not the generic biker type. He was very well dressed with a leather jacket and boots that were very stylish. He seemed to be in very good shape but it was hard to tell his age as his face was covered with a black helmet. He had a passenger in the back. She also seemed to be quite attractive. She appeared to be wearing a similar outfit.
It seemed like the perfect thing to do to reclaim the road. I thought I would find one to rent for the weekend and see how it felt. I drove myself home. Upon entering the garage, I noticed other failed attempts at reclaiming this feeling. There was a bright jet ski on the side, fishing rods, and even alpine skiing equipment. After taking a brief respite, I searched for the local motorcycle dealerships.
My conviction was strong. The main reason was that this was a more convenient outlet. I did not need a large body of water or ski slope in order to obtain this feeling. I could hop on my hog and take a ride. I could do this almost anytime I yearned for the open road. After find a business directory, I made a list of the local motorcycle shops. The first one I decided to go to was a domestic manufacturer with a strong reputation.
Upon entering, I was approached by a salesperson who turned out to be very knowledgeable and helpful. He was dressed very well with a noticeable stylish men’s sport watch. He was able to give me a breakdown of the various models, options, accessories, and prices. I conveyed to him my yearning. He understood. His advice was to test drive a low rider with high handle bars. I was ready to go. He let me test drive it. I then inquired if it were possible to rent it for the weekend.
He apparently had received similar requests from previous customers. He knew where I was coming from. There were many people who wanted to enjoy the thrill and excitement of riding a motorcycle. However, making an immediate commitment can be difficult. There are other considerations such as spouse and relatives to account for. They had a weekend lease I could sign. I was set for the open road.
