Miles: 150/ 240 km
This past Saturday, the allure of
the open road was irresistible, and like any dedicated moto-pilgrim I set out
on to the open Tarmac, due north-west, destination: Gettysburg, PA. I had
previously visited Gettysburg last year on my old ride (883L) via super-slab.
This time however, I decided to deviate from excessively fast paths and
reverted to my true form: decelerated sport touring. Yes, I know it sounds like
an oxymoron, you may ask isn’t the whole point of sport touring to travel at an
accelerated speed?
It may be for others, however, for
me traveling at 55 mph/ 88kph on an undulating State road is Utopia, just like
the Eagles, when Tarmac Surfing I prefer to just “Take it Easy”. To the uninformed
a CBR250R is incapable of epic sport-touring feats, to the rest and few of us
whom test our fortitude on such steed, we know it to be a myth. There are many reasons why I chose the
250R, speed was missing from that list.
It is early Saturday, the weather
is ideal, road conditions are conducive to moto-bliss, it’s time, warm up the
250 and let roll. The first 20 miles are a bit annoying as I make my way out of
mega-metropolis……until finally the long awaited two-lane road begins to meander
through Northern Maryland. Through my limited 170 degrees view I can spot the
iconic red barns and the peculiar bovine aroma… it is foul, and it is a welcome
relief from the artificial blinding, headache inducing D.C. metro smells.
I have a destination in mind but
no other agenda, once I reached my destination I simply turned around and
retraced my tracks. This act may
be baffling to some, but to the moto-enthusiast or at least for me, the
destination is less relevant than the Ride. As I meandered through Southern Pennsylvania, my helmet
mutes outside noise, and I rely primarily on my vision. The 250’s single cylinder hums along,
the rpms hovered around 5k, in fifth gear, this is where it likes to be. The
wind, the humming it all encapsulates your mind, this is where it all
decelerates.
Your field of vision may be
limited, but your sense of awareness is heightened. Suddenly there is a sense of immediacy, and what matters
most is what surrounds you. Your
muscle memory takes over, pull the clutch, up-shift, twist the throttle, and
lean as the tarmac guides you, a congruent Waltz between man and machine. The
miles roll on and now, in the absence of social media and every day constraints
one begins to truly “Enjoy the Silence” (DM), and to simply appreciate being.
I have been asked many times why
do I ride? Isn’t riding [fill in the blank]? And once again, I’m unable to answer this proving question.
I simply know that tomorrow, while some are “Sitting, waiting, wishing” (JJ). I will be out Tarmac Surfing. I'm a motorcyclist, it’s what I do, it’s
what inspires me. Now go out there, find your inspiration and Enjoy the Ride.
For me even more than the "Silence" it is the Solitude. But, I'm totally with you on the "immediacy" and being part of my surroundings. It is as if the world opens up, time dilates, and one becomes a witness to Life creating itself.
ReplyDeleteNice post.
~Keith,
Circle Blue
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