Melancholy Mayhem, Motorcycle Magic!
A return to the roots, and a bastion of freedom!
In my previous article Motorcycle Magic, Melancholy Mayhem! I expressed a recently exposed truth, that in my opinion, was sincerely disappointing. The idea of a “Biker” had always been impressed within my mind as an very fascinating prospect. When an “ideal” or “belief” shall we say, is suddenly obliterated, it has a profound effect on your overall perception of the overall concept as a whole.
For instance. Specifically on the subject of “Bikers”, I myself, had always held them in a certain regard. I respected them. I appreciated them. In some aspects I even admired them. And I did so because of my personal perception of how they lived, what they stood for, and the “symbolism” their presence exemplified.
Allow me to express just what it was, … No. let me correct that. What it IS, that I feel, is the definition of a “Biker”.
From my point of view “Bikers” were Knights in leather/denim armor, sitting upon their shiny steeds. My recollection, experience, and opinion, exhibited a certain set of key qualities. Among those were Trust, Loyalty, Independence, Freedom, Respect, Dignity, Honor, an incredible connection to the open road, and a saddle to view it from. There are others, but that’s a start. And in truth, most are willing to agree with these characteristics.
However, I have discovered an interesting phenomenon. There appears to be a vast difference in how these qualities are exercised, applied, and executed. And it is here, that lies the key, to the very unfortunate difference in opinion and perception.
Times change, society mutates, and the environment develops. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But that is always an opinion. My interactions and expectations with the “new” world are very different from my interactions and expectations with the “old” one. So maybe it is unfair for me to assume that what I remember from the “old” world, should still exist in the “new” one. I can accept that. But that just means that once again, as I have always had to do, I will need to forge ahead my own way. As usual, along the way I will find others who agree, and others whom don’t. So here is my direction.
Here are things to ponder.
I’m willing to trust certain people with certain things. I am deadly loyal to certain people and ideals. I am extremely independent. I have the utmost respect for those that respect me. And I undoubtedly have an obsession for the open road, and a saddle to view it from. But I do NOT do these things because they are EXPECTED or DEMANDED. I do them of MY OWN FREE WILL. I am free because I choose to be. And as such, this lead me to believe that I can consider myself a “Biker”.
And yet, there are those that would disagree. Why? Because I have not displayed the qualities, in a fashion, that are to some other groups or individuals expectations.
So here is the contention.
Because I don’t trust that which YOU feel I should trust. Because I’m not loyal to that which YOU feel I should be loyal. Because I don’t respect, in the manner, YOU feel I should respect. And because I don’t ride, when, where, and how, YOU feel I should ride. YOU may have somehow adopted a vainglorious sense of authority to proclaim that I haven’t the “right” to call myself a “Biker”.
Well, with all do respect, I don’t recognize YOUR “authority”. To me it is nothing more than EGO. Simply because I don’t fit within YOUR OPINIONATED PROFILE of what YOU think a “Biker” should be. Does NOT present you with ANY “authority” to dictate that I am not one.
So here is the thing.
To me. A “Brother” is anyone that would already be considered friend and family, AS WELL AS, shares an unbridled passion for the open road, and a saddle to view it from.
We do NOT, nor should ANYONE, need to “label” themselves with specific “colors”, or be associated with a specific “club” to know who their friends and family are. We don’t need to be defined, restricted, and obligated, by a specific set of arbitrary rules and regulations to know the difference between right and wrong. By doing so we would eliminate the whole ideal of Independence and Freedom and it is those two things, in my opinion, that truly define a “Biker”.
“Codes”, “Rules”, “Laws”, are simply methods of limiting independent thought, free expression, and individual ideals. Various groups have utilized them for this very purpose from the dawn of time. And regardless of how long they have continued to do so, it still doesn’t make it right. They will usually attempt to deceive you by calling it “tradition”. “Tradition” is NOT mandatory. You can choose to NOT follow a “tradition” with no threats against you for your choice. So when any group declares that they are somehow better, you can be pretty certain, that they have simply reconstructed a different prison.
If you feel that they are correct, and/or that these things are desirable, than by all means, find your group, and take your place among them. I wish you the very best in your endeavors. But please don’t make the mistake that because I don’t agree, that I am somehow inferior or unworthy to take my place on a saddle, or call myself whatever I will choose.
I don’t want recognition, “territory”, or power, but I don’t tell you that your not allowed to enjoy the road because you do. Intimidation, Threats, and Oppression, are, as far as I’m concerned, for narcissistic petulant children, and in my opinion are unworthy qualities to posses, if you wish to call yourself a “Biker”. But that doesn’t mean you have no right to sit upon a iron horse. These are simply MY opinions, and only you can satisfy yourself. So do as you choose, just be sure to remember, everyone else has the exact same right, to do the same.
I am a “Biker”. Not because I have your approval, but because I choose to be. I have expressed a few of the qualities that I feel satisfy my expectations of a “Biker” but they are MY ideals, and are NOT subject to your blessing. When I see motorcyclists on the road, I treat them ALL equally, with respect and dignity, regardless of their “colors”, regardless of their “location”, regardless of their “title”, and regardless of their “status”. I will continue to respect them until such time they prove themselves unworthy of it.
And for those of you whom take offense to this, here is the primary difference between us.
When someone tells me they are a “Biker”, I don’t expect them to view me as superior, and I don’t assume any authority to tell them that they are NOT.