The dictionary defines “truism” as a self-evident, obvious truth
(e.g. “all cats are gray, at night”).
I was sent a list of truisms related to motorcycling which is posted here
along with insightful commentary.
The first is a pretty good answer, I think, to the question,
“Why do you ride a motorcycle?”
Four wheels move the body. Two wheels move the soul.
Perhaps the question cannot be answered satisfactorily for the uninitiated,
but maybe what they really want to know is why we take the risk, rather
than why we ride.
Many answers sound a little high-flown, making me wonder if the
speaker spends more time riding, or making shit up.
I think the last time I was asked, “Why do you ride?” my answer tended
towards, “wind in the face, tits in the back”, which is, I guess, succinct,
if not very poetic.
Midnight bugs taste just as bad as noon-time bugs.
The first time I saw this it read, “Midnight bugs taste best”.
Reckon the ingredients in midnight bugs have changed, or if the operative
word was, “midnight”, rather than “bugs”?
It takes more love to share the saddle than it does to share the bed.
This came to me as, “Its harder to share a saddle than a bed”, words spoken
by someone for whom a touring bike played a significant role
in mending fences with his “significant other” ( Newspeak for “ol’ lady”),
keeping them out of divorce court.
The truism also applies to couples who can’t ride together, in any sense of the word.
The best view of a thunderstorm is in your rearview mirror.
Or: “Never ride into the storm”.
Both versions can apply to situations other than inclement weather.
If you don’t ride in the rain, you don’t ride.
I’ve seen folks walk around two cages to get to the scooter so they can ride to
work in near-freezing drizzle.
Others have bikes that have “never seen rain”. These bikes are not moving the soul.
Never be afraid to slow down.
Ride your own ride. Experience and skill aside, some days we are at the
top of our game, and some days we are not.
Riding faster than everyone else only guarantees you’ll ride alone.
There are advantages to riding in a group… or not.
Never hesitate to ride past the last street light at the edge of town.
Always back your bike into the curb, and sit where you can see it.
Good advice since you’ll probably want to throw something at the twinkie who
is dialing her cell phone while she backs her SUV towards your scoot.
The best alarm clock is sunshine on chrome.
My take: The best alarm clock is the smell of camp breakfast being cooked by
A friend is someone who’ll get out of bed at 2:00 am to drive his pickup to
the middle of nowhere to get you when you’re broken down.
This is a true fact, but remember, “if you’re gonna have a friend, you got to be a friend”.
There’s something ugly about a NEW bike on a trailer.
It’s like making a planter out of a fine guitar.
Everyone crashes. Some get back on. Some don’t. Some can’t.
Never be ashamed to unlearn an old habit.
Yeah, get off the rear brake!
If you can’t get it going with bungee cords and electrician’s tape, it’s serious.
I guess one could argue whether this should read, “zip ties and duct tape”,
but the idea is sound, nonetheless.
Bikes parked out front mean good chicken-fried steak inside.
That’s true in my state, at least. CFS is the national food of Texas and bikers
have done extensive research on where the good stuff is.
There are drunk riders. There are old riders. There are NO old, drunk riders.
The best modifications cannot be seen from the outside.
Always replace the cheapest parts first.
I reckon this applies to trouble shooting. My thought is that if sacrificed
crash bar has prevented costly damage; it should be replaced before a
mirror, for instance.
Gray-haired riders don’t get that way from pure luck.
A thing worth doing is worth doing long, hard and often.