Why are we different?
By Paul Strubell of Dirt Orcas
I find myself trying to dissect the anthropological similarities and differences within the larger motorcycle crowd. This isn’t a dissertation on the paternal shortcomings of Harley riders or the one foot in / one foot out nature of dirt bike riders, but a closer look at the spirit of our kind. Are you really a motorcyclist if you need a truck and trailer to get where you are going? If you grind out the street miles your 250cc to tear up a recreation park, more power to you. You’ve earned it.
Ultimately, the bond we all share comes down to enjoying the process of two wheel travel. The amplification of your senses that comes with piloting a motorcycle. That heightened awareness of sight, sound, smell, touch, and that unmistakable feeling of coming over a hill and absorbing the drastic temperature change. When you ride in a car, you turn on the AC and manage the climate, you turn up the music to change the sounds and alter your mood. You make an effort to remove the variables of the road. On a motorcycle you actually look for the opposite. You embrace the humidity changes, you cherish the new smells around each corner (mostly). The experience of travel is not simply enhanced. It becomes appreciated.