Get on a Motorcycle and Get Lost, by Robby DeGraff
Pick a road, ride, ride and continue to ride. Pass through towns you’ve never heard of, or counties you never knew existed. Stumble down dirt paths and side roads to discover old buildings and relics of the past. Pull over on a hillside to gaze upon the miles of hilly farmland. Ignore mile markers, turn your phone off and hide your watch. None of that matters right now. Throw out fears of ending up in a new place, break out of your comfort zone and just go. Wave at strangers mowing their lawns, sitting on the patio at a roadside steakhouse and of course other motorcyclists. You’ll see signs trying to sell you rhubarb, chain saw sharpening and home-made wooden sculptures of anything you could imagine. Ride until bugs cover your helmet’s visor, the rain gets unbearable or the need for more fuel comes into play. If the road you’re on ends, turn around and find a different way. Just keep riding.
You’ll experience weather’s games first-hand. It’ll be colder for a brief stint and then 15 degrees warmer moments later. There aren’t any windshield wipers to clear your view, or tightly-sealed windows to protect you from harsh wind. Semi trucks look bigger from a bike, gusts of crosswind can raise the hairs on your back and those potholes will swallow your bike’s front tire if you’re not paying attention. This is part of the adventure, the ever-learning adventure. That’s why I do it, because it makes me a better rider every time I get out on two-wheels.
The feeling of pure exploration and getting lost is incomparable and addictive. If you haven’t tried it, I implore you to learn how to ride, and get out on a motorcycle. And wear a helmet, you’d be an absolute fool not to.