The Masculine American Male

The masculine American male is a dying breed. We have been told for far too long that violence is never the answer. We’ve been told that it’s cruel to kill our own food. We’ve been conditioned to believe that there is no place in modern society for the man who refuses to shave his chest or wear skinny jeans.

People, it’s time to open your eyes. As a man, you are a protector. As a man you are a provider. As a man you are responsible for the safety and well being of your family. How can you be a good husband if you can’t defend your wife? How can you be a good father if you can’t protect your children? Remember, the eyes of the children are fixed upon you. You are supposed to serve as an example of what young men should grow up to be and of what young women should seek out in a partner. So grow your beard, wear your boots, eat your steak, carry a knife, own a gun. Protect your woman and children. Fight for what is right and be just, be strong, and be of courage.

Live long the masculine, American male

Author – unknown

Why I Ride

I just recently re-watched a movie by Transworld Motocross called Why. The movie asks the question of several top level riders from many different disciplines in the moto world. Why do you ride? It’s a great movie with some excellent riding footage and interesting answers to the question. I’ve watched it several times and it’s got me thinking about why I ride.

As I sit in front of the computer trying to put it into words, it’s much more difficult to articulate than I thought it would be. Initially my response to this question is, because its mad fun! But this answer neglects the depth of the reasoning behind why I ride and really only scratches the surface.

The more I think about it, the more I know there’s no simple answer. For me the reason is more of a body and soul thing, sure riding is fun but it’s more like the blood that pulses through my veins. Most riders, if not all that I talk to, can totally relate to this. Ask any of these guys what its like for them to go without riding for a month or more. Then try to describe this to a non-rider and it makes no sense to them, often resulting in them giving you a blank look while doing so.

Explaining this “in my veins” concept to a non rider, while sometimes difficult, is a good exercise as it enables me to reflect more deeply the why I ride. As I do, I realize just how much more there is to the reason I do. One of the most important reasons for me has to be the fact that every time I go riding it is a new experience. Even if I am riding at the same track or trails I ride every weekend, conditions are never the same. This keeps it interesting and ever challenging.

Another reason is there is always room for improvement in my riding technique, no matter how long I ride there will always be something new to learn, a technique to improve or some other rider whose line makes a section of track more fun or faster. Next is the concentration factor; a favorite of mine. Off-road riding is the only place in my life where I can escape the constant assault from my mind, I go to a place where nothing else exists except for the next obstacle. This escape has been a primary reason for my continued sanity throughout my sordid life.

As long as I’m riding fast enough there is no room for thought and there is no room for a laps in concentration, we all know what happens when we lose concentration. Can you say lawn dart?

Another part of why I ride has little to do with the actual act of riding, it’s the camaraderie. A sense of belonging is vital to the human condition and the guys I ride with regularly are the greatest. I’m glad to have met them. We tease each other constantly and challenge one another to reach for greater heights. Good times, it’s a good thing.

In addition to this, the different people who turn up to the track always adds something to the day. You never know how you might meet, what kind of bikes will be there, the different levels of riding ability, all the different personalities.

Isn’t this sport the greatest?

Tell us why do you ride in the comments field below.

Benjamin

 

Track day = fun day! Part I in a Four Part Series

Track Day Riding Is It For You? Part I

In the 80’s I was a teenager listening to new wave music and surfing twice a day. When I wasn’t in the water one of things I liked to do was watch Grand Prix motorcycle racing on TV. America dominated GP racing in those days with guys like Wayne Rainey, Eddie Lawson, Kevin Schwantz, and Freddie Spencer. As they went from circuit to circuit to the most amazing road courses the world has to offer I dreamed of a day when I might throw a leg over a GP bike and give it a go. Watching these supernatural beings as they made it look easy wrangling the wild 500cc two stroke beasts of the era was always my favorite, especially in slow motion playback, bikes that weigh a scant 286 lbs and produce a tire shredding 200hp, bikes that were affectionately known as “the unrideables” because the power came on like a light switch. I firmly believe the elegant grace and beauty that is motorcycle racing, off-road or on, can only be truly appreciated in slow motion. Each second contains countless elements of intense drama, from subtle body positioning to keep the bike in line, to rear tires lifting off the ground under hard braking, to lofting front wheels as bikes accelerate hard while still banked over turning, as they exit a corner. Add to this the endless sliding, front and rear wheel drifts that seem to go on forever leaving massive amounts of rubber in their wake. Check this video for a classic example.

In addition to a history of riding dirt bikes on MX tracks and trails, I have owned a street bike of some form for the majority of my 49 years and I have always wanted to see if I have what it takes to manage a sport bike on a road course. In fact, it’s on my bucket list. Even if I only do it once, the prospect of not having to worry about gravel in the middle of a blind turn or grass in the road from some dude who has just mowed his lawn. Or worse, some distracted driver veering into my lane is incredibly appealing. The trouble is, track riding is dangerous, right? I have two young children and a wife to support. What am I thinking? I can’t be going around some track with a bunch of other nitwits at 150 mph!

It is possible that I have overly romanticized the idea of track riding? That climbing into a set of leathers, sliding into a fresh full face helmet, and then tossing a leg over a bike that has been safety wired and prepped for the track. That pulling the clutch lever for the first time, shifting into gear and easing out onto the hot tarmac, clicking up through the gears as I pick up the pace with each lap would be something I would enjoy. That having my tires come up to temperature, leaning deeply into a corner with my knee just skimming the ground, letting me know that I am leaning the bike just enough, applying as much throttle as I dare while leaned over, increasing it as I move toward the exit of the turn, then whacking it open, to gobble up hundreds of feet in mere seconds, hurtling myself to the next series of turns might just be the thrill of my lifetime?

I say yes, count me in!

Part I Part II Part III

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