Motorcycle Magic, Melancholy Mayhem!
My younger years were filled with new adventures, exciting experiences, and valuable lessons. I was introduced to a plethora of worlds and ideals. I developed and open mind, and a humbled heart. Exciting days where impressions were made, and values were ingrained. Many of my best memories were of large burly men on iron horses riding free, living large, enjoying the open air, and hours of play with family and friends. No, it was more than family and friends, it was a brotherhood.
But time goes on. Age and experience alter your previous values and your ideals. Some for the better, some for the worse. And even still I never changed my view of those wonderful times on iron steeds, with a brotherhood, committed to one another, the security of your friends and family standing besides you in moments of sorrow, instances of pain, and onsets of torment. Always ready to shed the light, the laughter, the pride, and wipe away the bad.
I suppose ALL good things must come to an end. When greed, power, and desire slowly creep into the hearts of the strongest, corruption begins, and evil arises.
Those of us whom have established a belief and ideal, on a subject. One that has held steadfast over the passage of time. It is we that are the most devastated when that ideal is abolished by the acts of those we once appreciated, respected, and revered.
I have never proclaimed myself a “biker”. At least not in the common recognition of the word. I have always felt myself to be simply a motorcyclist. I enjoy the open road, the family, the friends. I had never become a member of a “club”. I was aware of the “biker” life. Their strict dedication to their by-laws. The rules. The regulations. The “code”. And though those things had always sounded to “serious” for me to consider adopting, when an opportunity to enter that world presented itself to me, my memories of my younger years, and the “brotherhood” I knew of the past gave me no reservations. I was willing to give it a go. So, I did.
For months I was enshrouded in the world that I remembered. Family, Friends, Fun, Iron Steeds On The Open Road, Freedom. It was glorious. But, again, all good things must come to an end.
In an instance, a single encounter, a ridiculous display of self entitled “authority”, the dream was shattered. The respect was gone. And the memories were exposed, as a time long lost and forgotten.
“Bikers” were not what I remembered them to be. In their place stood before me, the epicenter of truth. The realization that what was once a beacon of accomplishment, had, through the course of time, degraded to nothing more than simple ghetto street hoods.
“Territory?” – Who can own a tree?
“Recognition?” – Whom should you need to impress?
“Power?” – What more is needed than that available under the twist of your wrist?
Petty, Trivial, Ridiculous, and yes even Immature and Childish.
You already had all that you should have ever needed.
But since you had it, you lost your respect for it, and instead took it for granted. So the seasons changed, desire grew, greed expanded, and through your own apathy you enslaved yourselves, and became the very authority that you, yourselves, once stood against.
You have devolved yourselves from what was once an illustrious “brotherhood” down to little more than petty gangs, and street hustlers. Just as organized, just as corrupt, as the law you once stood against.
What you have proclaimed as your “duty” is no longer about “brotherhood”.
It’s no longer about respect, unless its YOU DEMANDING IT.
It’s no longer about loyalty, unless its YOU RECEIVING IT.
It’s not longer about freedom, unless YOU CONTROL IT.
And as such there is NO element of Honor.
So, its done. I have been awakened to the petty, ridiculous, world that you have corrupted.
And yet still, it can not be gone. For I have found MY brotherhood. And WE still hold those values.
So my faith is renewed, for I know, we will always endure, and we will always remember what being “bikers” REALLY means.
We will continue to embrace the roots that made “brotherhood” a justifiable and illustrious goal.
The values that you have forsaken; Family, Friends, Fun, and the Open Road, will guide us to the most valued prize. The very prize you have let slip away;
Knees In The Breeze My True Brothers.
Live To Ride, Ride To Live.