The CB1100 Community Forum

Took this from a mates Facebook page.

THE LIFE THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:
I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.
One day when I am very old and when I can not ride anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I have met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.
I meet people now who get wisdom from me.
I get wet,
I get cold,
And I have been hot,
I was afraid,
I fell,
And I stood up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud with the wind.
I spoke a thousand times with myself and Still do.
I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,
And yes ... sometimes I cried.
I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.
I have made curves that even my friends would be proud of; other times I made curves full of terror.
I stopped many times to see a landscape.
I spoke with perfect strangers.
I go out with frustrations inside and return home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.
I always think how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I go out to my ride I think about how wonderful it is.
I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.
I spend money that I do not have, I gave up many things, but it's all worth it...
My bike is not a means of transportation but is a piece of steel, aluminum and plastic with wheels that I am blessed with, it's part of who I am.
I love my friends and the joy of great people & motorcycles!
... May the angels guard my travels, for they know the road ahead of me...
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Yep!

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Well put and so appropriate

This is exactly how I feel too !

Amen.

Nicely summed up.

Thank you Tezza.

I can relate to much of what he wrote.

As a teenager I was very quiet and shy. In 1966 I bought a small motorcycle and after dinner sat on the outside of a circle of bikers at donut shop. As the size of the group and my motorcycles grew so did my confidence. Within a couple of years my personality had changed. I was not as obnoxious as pipes of my BSA café racer, but I was heard and having a lot of fun.

In 1982 I was elected the president of a 150 member motorcycle touring club. Public speaking to this rowdy crowd was now easy and enjoyable. My wife and I toured on our Aspencade Goldwing with members of the group every summer. But in 1989 we became busy with other aspects of our life and I sold the bike.

25 years later on my 68th birthday I returned to motorcycling and bought a CB500XA. Thoroughly enjoyed the bike for 3 years and then traded it in on a 2017 CB1100 EX. I still enjoy motorcycling and the people I meet while riding, but I prefer to ride alone. I am very lucky that there are many good motorcycling roads within an hour of our home. Of all of my pastimes, I prefer motorcycling the most.

I ride for fun, not for transportation.

^^ +1