Motojourney

A chronicle of my pilgrimage around the United States.

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Motojourney

(or 'How I Tuned-up My Tired Overeducated Soul')

Quality thoughts on what makes riding, and riding cross-country specifically, so great. Losing self-consciousness, feeling empowered, creating space for becoming the people we want to be.


Spent some time with this beast yesterday.

Spent some time with this beast yesterday.


Spending some time with my Dad and this beast today. #harley #shovelhead

Spending some time with my Dad and this beast today. #harley #shovelhead


humansofnewyork:

“I haven’t liked to sleep indoors ever since I got out of prison. I’ve visited almost every state—only five more to go. And once I finish, I’m going to start over, so she can see them all too.”

humansofnewyork:

“I haven’t liked to sleep indoors ever since I got out of prison. I’ve visited almost every state—only five more to go. And once I finish, I’m going to start over, so she can see them all too.”


New lower-profile signals. Got rid of the big orange ding dongs.

New lower-profile signals. Got rid of the big orange ding dongs.


Gifts to self after a loooong work week.

Gifts to self after a loooong work week.


Giving our Selves

Our work has the potential to be such an insane act of love. When we give forty hours a week to something or someone, we are literally giving a part of our Selves to that endeavor.

We should give it to something worthwhile.


Yesterday I was riding around town, paying extra attention to the way that people were looking at me. On a bike you get a lot of stares. I’ve noticed that about half of the time the people staring at me are in complete admiration. The other half of the time, people are giving me the stink eye. 
Sometimes motorcyclists are mild-mannered and follow the rules. Other times we are swerving through lanes, breaking speed limits, and doing everything we can to push the limits of what is safe (for us and others). I’m certainly guilty of both, but as a minority on the road I recognize that we as motorcyclists represent one another. When one of us is swerving through lanes with invisible integrated signals (or no signals at all), scaring the sh*t out of drivers, we create a bad impression for all of motorcycledom. 
More than ever I’m trying to be conscious of this, and think about how I can better represent this lifestyle that I love so much. I want less stink eye, and more looks of admiration. More children waving at me, less old people grimacing.
This story is inspiring:
motolady:

Rob Escalante lives in Los Angeles and rides on a daily basis. If you’ve ever ridden in LA, you know how insane the drivers and traffic can be. It can be scary dangerous for a motorcyclist, bicyclist, pedestrian, and even other cars. Today he took a moment out of his day to help an elderly woman. The story made me feel all warm and fuzzy, so I had to share. 

This old lady was crossing the street, but too old to make it on time, as the light turned green and cars flew by her without caring she was having difficulty getting on the sidewalk as it was way too high. I just didn’t have the heart to be another witness doing nothing….I just had to help. 

It only takes a second, be the kind of motorcyclist that makes the world a better place. Take those few moments to do something that will help create positive feelings about folks who ride on two wheels. It might save their life, and it might save yours some day too. 

Yesterday I was riding around town, paying extra attention to the way that people were looking at me. On a bike you get a lot of stares. I’ve noticed that about half of the time the people staring at me are in complete admiration. The other half of the time, people are giving me the stink eye. 

Sometimes motorcyclists are mild-mannered and follow the rules. Other times we are swerving through lanes, breaking speed limits, and doing everything we can to push the limits of what is safe (for us and others). I’m certainly guilty of both, but as a minority on the road I recognize that we as motorcyclists represent one another. When one of us is swerving through lanes with invisible integrated signals (or no signals at all), scaring the sh*t out of drivers, we create a bad impression for all of motorcycledom. 

More than ever I’m trying to be conscious of this, and think about how I can better represent this lifestyle that I love so much. I want less stink eye, and more looks of admiration. More children waving at me, less old people grimacing.

This story is inspiring:

motolady:

Rob Escalante lives in Los Angeles and rides on a daily basis. If you’ve ever ridden in LA, you know how insane the drivers and traffic can be. It can be scary dangerous for a motorcyclist, bicyclist, pedestrian, and even other cars. Today he took a moment out of his day to help an elderly woman. The story made me feel all warm and fuzzy, so I had to share. 

This old lady was crossing the street, but too old to make it on time, as the light turned green and cars flew by her without caring she was having difficulty getting on the sidewalk as it was way too high. I just didn’t have the heart to be another witness doing nothing….I just had to help. 

It only takes a second, be the kind of motorcyclist that makes the world a better place. Take those few moments to do something that will help create positive feelings about folks who ride on two wheels. It might save their life, and it might save yours some day too. 


humansofnewyork:

"I’m writing a play about the nature of truth, and how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language. For example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ are used to refer to the exact same people at the exact same time. With everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. Yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. Because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right."

humansofnewyork:

"I’m writing a play about the nature of truth, and how difficult it is to convey the truth when everybody is speaking a different language. For example, the word ‘terrorist’ and the word ‘freedom fighter’ are used to refer to the exact same people at the exact same time. With everyone speaking differently, truth is almost impossible to agree upon. Yet believing in the existence of truth is the only thing that keeps us from devolving into tribal warfare. Because without the existence of truth, the person who is most powerful becomes the person who is right."


antlersmusic:

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We feel this uneasiness

because we’re always trying to get ground under our feet
and it never quite works.

We’re always looking for a permanent reference point,
and it doesn’t exist.

Everything is impermanent.
Everything is always changing…

This is not actually bad news,
but we all seem to be programmed for denial.

-p.c.