My addiction to Motorcycles started before I reached the ripe age of 5 years. From that time, I have ridden in the dirt, the sand, dried lake beds, racetracks, of course the street and a few places I probably shouldn't mention. Of that time riding, I would guess that I spent 75 percent of that riding with friends and/or family.

Riding solo is more different than most “pack riders” would realize.When riding with others, it allows for a couple of things.

One of the first is Safety. If there is a mishap along the way (and I have had my share), you have somebody you can rely on to help you back up, call for help, explain to you where you are and what your name is, etc. I made it a habit to always have somebody along when taking off in the dirt, whether it be rompin' through the woods or on a Motocross track. I crash far too often in those environments to not have somebody around. It's just what I do. I crash, I get up and try not to do it again.

Another is being able to share the whole experience with others both during the ride and after. To benchrace at the end of the day over drinks and a good cigar is not something to be brushed off.

Of course on the other end of that "riding with others" is the testosterone fest that can go on. I see that happen far too often on the street. It might happen in the dirt, but usually, everybody is crashing anyway, so it's hard to tell. I am older now and have used up most of my testosterone. When you don't have much left, you tend to ration it out more carefully.

I swore off riding with large groups a few years back because of my last ride with a large group. The group numbered somewhere around 25 - 30 and had the full mix of bikes, abilities and experience and ended with more than a few broken bones, broken bikes and lots of locals in their freshly pressed uniforms showing up. This had happened before, but something finally clicked in my brain that day and I realized that this was not conducive to my whole plan of not donating any more of my paychecks to the local doctors. That cured me. Now, I stick to groups of 5 - 6 riders that I know.

Now for the other 25 percent of the time. A couple of years back, I decided that I have donated my fair share to the local Orthopedic Surgeons and sold all bikes with knobbies on them. I was not trying to cut off the local doctors completely, but merely cut back on that part of my spending.

Now I try to keep it on the pavement. In the past few years, I have discovered traveling farther than my usual 200 to 300 mile days and have been wandering a little more and attended rallies in other states. Of course, this had me showing up at a rally or two alone, due to the other 4 or 5 guys bailing at the last minute after talking me in to going.

I have to admit that riding alone has its own advantages. There are the obvious ones, such as stopping when you feel like it, riding as slow or fast as you want, detours on a whim, etc., but there is also one that I had forgotten about.

I was reminded of this last one when returning home from a 1,200 mile trip that ended up with the last 300 miles in the rain. I think a friend of mine put it best when I was trying to explain it to him after that trip. He thought it was "that whole Cowboy spirit". Back when a guy would saddle his horse and mosey across the country in search of "who knows what". Riding solo is more different than most “pack riders” would realize.

Riding alone adds to the sense of adventure. If you break down, run out of gas or get lost, there is nobody there to back you up. You have to rely completely on yourself.

You also get to think. I do not listen to music or have my phone wired to my helmet, instead, I choose earplugs. Most people would be surprised how many brain cells are active when you ride across this country only hearing the muted exhaust of your own trusty steed. In today’s world of constant communication with everything and everybody, silence can be golden.

Got something to figure out? Burned out at work? Throw a change of clothes in a bag, strap it to your bike and leave in a general direction. Everything will become very clear. It might take a few hundred miles or maybe a few thousand, but you will know when it happens.

When you return and people ask you why you are smiling and remark that you seem different, then you can try to explain this to them.


leveerider (not verified) said:

Life is box of chocolates [grin]. Some say that my lone wolf riding is a social statement. It's not. It is a tool I use to get the most from my time spent. When you include others you become linked to them as a car on a train or the engine itself. That is fine if linkage is the means to the end you desire. For 7 years I have roamed alone, but not alone, for I write up every ride I take. Well, most, so I am constantly looking for things to share I find interesting and might appeal to others. With that approach you have the best of both types of riding "with companions" and "without". <BR/> Good write on the subject. I've enjoyed your website for many years. <BR/>Steve aka leveerider, 2wheelinLA

Pandy With A Pi... (not verified) said:

Great riding.. Oops, I mean writing! When I hear the stories of your travels I am always in awe. I believe freedom is to ride through this world's beauty; you and nature, face-to-face. No puny glass and metal between you and the wind! Just you and that deer jumping over your head. Now thats freedom.. and well I guess that could be the definition of adrenaline too. Really though, If I could choose one thing that I could physically do, it would be to ride out into nature with you, so I could experience freedom with the only man I look up to. <BR/><BR/>-Mandy Pandy Has a Pink Laptop!!<BR/><BR/>P.S. I remember all too well some of those concussions....

Rick (not verified) said:

Most of the time I prefer to ride alone. Although a group of us will be riding to Myrtle Beach in May!

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