There was a time when we would be turned away from the pub for arriving on a motorcycle, "no leathers here" we were told, a bike seen as a form of rebellion.
S once arrived for a job interview on his bike (his only transport at the time) only to be told not to bother filling in the application form.
How things change, now every summer weekend sees all the professionals and city workers donning their new leathers and pulling their expensive machines out to cruise up and down the highways, is it a fashion, is it that they want to show that despite appearances they are not trapped in the rat race, maybe society is just more accepting than it used to be, or perhaps they have just discovered what we knew all along, it's just really good fun...
For some people it's about a lifestyle, an image maybe, for others it's all about the speed, for some it really might be Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, but for me it's something else.
You steer with your body, a shift in body weight, a turn of the hip and the machine acts like an extension of yourself, It's almost like swimming or dancing, on a good day when you get it right on a winding road you can find yourself swooping and soaring with the weightlessness of a bird in flight, imagine freewheeling your bicycle down a winding hill, wind in your hair a dizzying mixture of fear and excitement, but when you reach the bottom of the hill you don't slow down you can just swoop up the other side with no effort at all, and just keep going on and on, the smells and sounds of the countryside all around you, who wouldn't love that.
Now to be fair I should mention those clumsy days when you can't get anything right, when you pull up to a junction in the wrong position and end up wobbling out like a learner, or when you find neutral instead of second, or even worse, do what I did last week, pull to a stop and put my foot down in a pothole, suddenly finding myself on my back in the dust and my poor bike lying on her side.........cont. #jj_forum_2255
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I don't imagine many people ever really thought the moon was actually made of cheese, it was simply a metaphor for credulity..most cultures have a story where a foolish person or animal is tricked into believing that the reflection of the moon is actually a wheel of cheese floating on the water...but I have a nicer version of this story to tell....
In the 18th century not too far from where I live there was a notorious and highly active gang of smugglers, they would bring barrels of brandy over from France in small rowing boats then bring them inland around 20 miles to a small secluded lake, there they would tie a large lump of salt to the barrels to weigh them down and sink them in the lake. They would then lay low for a few days, after a few days the lump of salt would dissolve and the barrels of brandy would come bobbing back to the surface to be retrieved by the smugglers and taken to a handover point to be sold...now on one occasion the customs officers received a tip off about a suspicious boat having come to shore that week and were on alert to look out for men at large after dark...back at the lake our smuggler unaware of the danger is reaching across the moonlit lake with a rake trying to reach the recently surfaced barrel from its hiding place amongst the bulrushes....suddenly he hears a shout "stop in the name of the law" he looks round in alarm to see two uniformed customs men watching him...thinking quickly he adopts the stupidest slack jawed expression he can muster, "what devilry are you about" the officer shouts "speak up man or I'll have you in chains"...our hero points to the reflection of the moon shining on the surface of the lake "I be trying to rake me up that there cheese, some fool must have dropped it in the water" the customs men turn to each other and burst into laughter, "go ahead man" they say biting their cheeks as the idiot takes up his rake again, " enjoy your supper if cheese" one calls over his shoulder as they walk away, back to their patrol laughing to themselves...
What fools thinks our hero as he makes off with his barrel of brandy laughing to himself....