Today I rode Bessy to work (Bessy is my motorcycle. I couldn't afford a hog, so I bought a 1600 CC cow). I love my motorcycle, and today I was thinking about why this is so. You may think that riding a motorcylce makes me feel manly, but that is not what I love about it. (At 5'6" and 135 I feel more like a grown-up kid in a kid's body, so manly man just isn't in the picture.) No, what I love about Bessy is how much fun she is. Driving my car doesn't make me giggle with glee. Ok, so perhaps giggling on a motorcycle is another reason for less than the manly-man feeling, but I can't help myself. I really love twisting the throttle and feeling the kick in the pants that commensurates with that motion.
When I was a kid, my favorite activity was riding my bike all over town. I rode it every day during the summer. Riding my motorcycle is like riding a bike, except you go a lot faster, it's less work, and you don't have to make the engine and transmission noises yourself. (Come on, you know you did it too. Wraaaa, wa wa wraaaa).