Ta-da! My overgrown obsession which I now refer to as: moto, moto, moto.

How do you suddenly decide to get a motorcycle? Where is it coming from? Let’s look for clues exploring: what brings bikers together? What is this biker stuff all about? Here is what I found out, after a short online research. I also added me into the scheme, just to illustrate how well they all relate to me.

Error 404 – yep, I’m definitely missing connection. Floating around them all, flirting like a sailor charmed by mermaids, at the prospect of a romantically altered reality, soon to face cliffs of unknown perils. Bit too much, right?

Seriously now, let’s tame the dragon and get some rock solid personal experience under the spotlight, stuff that will boost my courage, like:

Riding a bike when I was in school 🚴‍♂️

I know someone whom got a biker license but doesn’t ride.

I prefer a comfortable couch to anything slightly resembling risks or wild adventures. 🛋️😊

If I open the hood of my car it probably is just to add windscreen wiper liquid, or so my car hopes, for it’s own sake.

Neah, it’s not going in the right direction…

Wind in my face, sweating in a reinforced jacket under the scorching sun, getting covered with road dust & smelling car exhaust gas in trafic?! 🥵🧥🌞🚗💨

Also, I will probably look goofy being really tall and skinny, on a tiny bike fit for beginners. So much for the cool, bad boy look.

But wait, wait, let me add some color and details of me going to work.

Yep, there you have it: an image to illustrate a full set of problems for me to overthink to the death of it.

But make no mistake about it: there is a calling. I feel it, I’m reaching for it.

Deep breath.

I needed a bit of introspection to discover the pillars that, for me, hold the alluring mirage of a different world.

* The motorcycle’s exposed mechanical parts evoke a mental image of my dad fixing his car, on a summer day, when I was a kid. The car broke attempting to climb a steep hill, far away from civilization. No mobile phones then, not much traffic either. I admired his struggle, although or especially because I know nothing about car mechanics.

* The feeling of solitude. Driving my car alone somehow doesn’t fill all this cup for me. Maybe the empty seats hold memories. On the motorcycle it’s just me on the road, with a chemical mix of: independence, cool and hardship (I imagine wearing tight Robocop armor while facing wind and flies at high outside temperatures is not for those lacking willpower).

* Sitting on top of an engine and gas tank, with the acceleration to rival a sports car must be terrific experience. Passing big and sometimes aggressive cars, no seatbelt to embrace you in confort, with only protective gear between skin and asphalt, it’s definitely out of my comfort zone. Maybe it’s my age calling me to venture out more, maybe living inside my mind (the storyteller’s drawback) and working hard all day screams for an escape from the dullness of my daily routine.

* I find their beauty & craftsmanship inspiring and eye-candy. Like a fine tuned process that is just so rewarding to observe in detail and use.

* The distinctive sound anyone can recognize. Here’s an iconic example:

* The biker community could be diverse and less boring than what the corporate and afterschool-social-have-to’s for kids have offered me so far.

Maybe other bikers or biker-wannabes like me share, to some degree, the above ideas. If so, let me know in the comment section. After my first real, offline experience with a bike, I will hopefully find more to thrill me.

Until then, this is what first caught my eye while searching for something to ride:

Yamaha Xmax – a thing of beauty.

If you think specs are delicious, you can check them here

For a video by MotoRaw check this

Ride safe, dream big, live it.