I love motorcycles. I’ve been riding motorcycles off and on since I was six years old, and they’ve always loomed large in my consciousness. Seeing America on a motorcycle is an inspiring experience. Motorcycles connect one with the road, the elements, and the vehicle in a way that isn’t possible with a car. On a motorcycle you feel the gear shifts, the Gs on the turns, the speed. You’re literally sitting on the engine, and every firing of those pistons reverberates in your body. Riding a motorcycle is visceral, energizing, and centering. It requires tremendous concentration, and tremendous skill. In its own way, it’s very musical: the sound of the engine purring, the rhythm of the turns, the whistle of the wind.
I own two bikes. Here’s a photo of my 1992 Honda CB750 Nighthawk:
And another because, well, it’s cool:
I’ve put some big miles on that bike, over 8,000 in the last two years. I bought it used from a guy via Craigslist. I had it regeared, got a new petcock, and a few other things. That’s an amazing bike. Even though it’s carbureted, the carbs are of the most refined type at the pinnacle of carburation technology and once it’s warmed up it just purrs. Motorcycle enthusiasts regularly refer to the CB750 as one of the best bikes ever made for all-around general use and although I’m not an expert I suspect they are correct. It just never fails and it is very, very smooth, with an even power band and heaps of torque and power. It’s phenomenally reliable and lasts a long time. I regularly see posts on forums from guys who have put over 100,000 miles on their CB750s. I’m only at 29,000, so I have a ways to go. I plan to keep that bike for a long time and continue doing bigger trips on it.
But as much as I love that bike, it’s a bit much for just getting around town, so I recently picked up a second bike, a 2011 Suzuki TU250x:
This bike is frequently listed as one of the finest commuter bikes ever made. The fuel injection is buttery smooth, and repairs and maintenance are a snap. It’s bullet proof in the same way that the Honda is, but it’s over 140 pounds lighter and geared in such a way that it excels at lower speeds. The lighter weight makes it much easier to park and deal with traffic around town.
I got the Suzuki just a few days ago from a woman who only put 850 miles on it in the last seven years (but her husband kept it running during the down times and changed the gas and oil, etc, so it wasn’t just sitting). It is literally in show room condition, absolutely perfect. They kept it garaged and on a battery tender the whole time they owned it.
So now I’m riding it, and I hit the 1K mark on the odometer today:
I took an early morning ride and hit some back roads:
45 mph was the fastest zone I hit, mostly I was in 35 or 40 mph zones. Even though that bike is only 250cc and just 16 horsepower, the Suzuki engineers did an amazing job at getting every ounce of power out of that thing. It holds its own quite admirably up into the 60s. Of course, it’s not the Nighthawk, which as a 750 and with 75 horsepower excels at higher speeds, but the 250 has more than enough power for what I need around town. And it averages 75 miles per gallon!
There’s nothing better than seeing small-town America on a motorcycle:
I was all grins, all morning, as I traveled on back roads up into New York state:
Got to see some cool stuff, like these small planes at a rural airport:
Smaller bikes are the way to go. With a top speed of 126mph the 750 is very capable well into the 90s (don’t ask how I know that . . . ), and completely rock solid at interstate speeds. And for smaller roads the 250 is more than adequate. Americans like bigger bikes, but that’s mostly just ego and posturing. With smaller bikes you actually feel the bike and you feel the ride. And what a sweet ride it is!
And to finish, yes, I’m very careful out there. I do everything you’re supposed to do: I wear full armor (head to toe), high vis reflective clothing, full-face helmet, I avoid driving during rush hour and dusk and dawn, I never speed, I never drive under the influence of anything, and I always assume people can’t see me and don’t care. I always have an escape route planned, at all times, at every instant. I watch videos every week on how to improve my safety, and I’m taking a second, advanced safety course this summer. I ride dependable bikes that put me in an upright position for better visibility, and I keep them maintained. I don’t ride to look cool or “get chicks” (I already have a super chick, thank you very much), I ride because I love it, and I want to stay alive as long as possible so I can keep doing it.
The statistics about motorcycling look bad on the surface, but once you take out of the equation all the drunk motorcyclists, the ones without helmets, the ones who are speeding, the ones who haven’t had any safety training, etc, etc, the numbers are not far off from cars, and some people argue it’s actually safer because you’re actually paying attention to what you’re doing. Of course, not everything is under my control, but I’m doing what I can to make the statistics work in my favor. At the end of the day, I think the risk is worth it for the immeasurable improvement to my life. Life is short, and I want to ride, and see this amazing country this way.
Thanks for reading, and ride safe!