There’s one thing you can just about guarantee while riding in Colorado during the summer.
We have some epic storms.
There’s a slight thrill in getting on the bike and knowing you run a gamble of hail, major wind, flooded roads, maybe a tornado… Hell, it’s a good time if you don’t mind the risk. I’ve never understood the people who only ride when the weather is nice. Where’s the thrill or that sense of adventure that makes a motorcycle such a blast?
And the last week has had some kick ass storms.
If you ever get a chance I highly recommend riding along the Flatirons in between Golden and Boulder. It’s an easy highway ride along 93 that can be made into a nice afternoon. Hit any of the little shops in Boulder for lunch or maybe start the day in Golden with a nice breakfast. You can’t go wrong and you’ll enjoy it. And if you have time head over to the Peak To Peak.
If you’re lucky you’ll get to watch the summer storms from the comfort of your chosen place.
If you’re slightly unlucky you might get caught in the storm And have to ride it out.
But hey. When the storm comes you might even get luckier and have the immense privilege of having people tell you to quit being a pussy; to just shut up and ride it out; maybe that somehow honoring the humanity in each of us is a message of hate… You might even get lucky and have people flat out tell you they don’t care about whatever demons you see in life.
You see. The truth is that this blog may not be much about motorcycles. If you’ve come here for that: I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’d be glad to send you plenty of riders who write impeccable stories and trip reviews.
At the end of the day, I really don’t care about motorcycles. Not in the way that you would expect. Because of the bike I’ve been some amazing places. But the fact is I’ve held a baby who was literally thrown away. I saw more beauty in that child than I ever could in some machine. Even one I’ve built and bled on like mine.
“What the hell” you might say. How could I not care about motorcycles? This is a blog about them; it’s about the amazing places I’ve been because of the bike.
Well my friend. It just ain’t.
The bike is just the tool I use to find something that resonates in my own soul. To seek out others who are lost in the storm as well. And maybe through the bike and this blog I can share or allow them to share something more. To allow them to shine a light on their own darkness and monsters.
But this week, and especially through my last post on this blog I’ve remembered why I never cared about the bike itself. Because unfortunately much of this community would rather be the monster than provide shelter from him.
And you know what? That’s not the people I care to associate with. That’s a toxic poison that I don’t need or want in my life. And it’s not one I hope to ever put in another’s life. So for those who would rather hurl insults than sit down and talk. I’m honestly sorry for you. Some of the best conversations I’ve ever had have been with those who I had nothing in common with.
As for me. I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing here. I’m going to ride places and hopefully talk about the rides and roads that got me there. I’m going to keep hoping that something more important will come of the rides.
I’ll take Marty at a McDonalds and Lonnie at some little cafe before I write about the Alps or the endless beauty of a coast. I’ll keep looking for the chance to be a shelter from the storm for someone else.
Because at the end of the day a motorcycle is just a machine. But every human deserves love.