There are few times in my life when I'm completely at ease. No stress, no thoughts of work, bills due or those really dreaded questions like "am I really doing what I want with my life?" On the bike there is none of that. For those that ride, this is not anything you don't know but I often think while I'm riding about how all the cars around me are driving around with everything on their mind except driving.
Riding a motorcycle is a ritual for me. It usually begins with the thought of my next ride. Either planning where I'm going or deliberately not planning anything. The night before I get my gear together and try to get a good night sleep. The morning of I awaken quickly as I'm always eager to get on my way. I get my gear on and go out to the bike. A quick check of the vitals, tires, brakes, brake light, turn signals, oil. Check.
As soon as I through my leg over the bike, everything that is usually hanging over my head disappears. In a moment, I am consumed by the sounds of the motor, the feel of the grips in my hands and the power beneath me. Everything from this point on is between me and my bike. Alone in my helmet, I ride and ride and ride. I need to go nowhere and my destination is just a place I decide to stop. It's absolute freedom, just me and the road. And that is why I ride.