Why Motorcycles? The short answer: Its a physical thang.
Now let me splain it to ya.
First you crawl, then you walk, then you run, and finally you ride. A
bicycle gives you much greater range without the effort of trodding along.
Weren't blasting down those hills on your bicycle a wonderful experience?
But then it was the dreaded uphills that must be conquered to enjoy the next
downhill. Thus my lifelong love of the sport of motorcycling a bicycle
with a motor. Now the hills are no problem and in fact, the bigger the hill
the better! Hills are fun. So much fun that "Hill Climbing" is a subset of
our wonderful sport. When you put a motor on two wheels it is simply magic
for those so disposed. It all starts inside that wonderful device called the
internal combustion engine. Al Sore hates em .. but I luvs em. Admit
it so do you. The piston goes down drawing in a fresh charge of air and
fuel, the flywheel carries the motion through bottom dead center and the
piston stops and then changes direction and heads towards its reward. Now as
the piston fights to compress that combustible mixture, the flywheel
struggles to provide the energy to get it to its appointment with ignition.
It caint be early and it caint be late. Ignition must be just right to
propel our piston back on its journey with enough energy to not only allow
the engine to keep running, but must supply enough to spin the rear tire via
the primary gear set and clutch, the tranny, chain and sprockets, the rear
hub, spokes, rim and finally the tire. Spin the tire.
That's right, I said spin the rear tire! And Slide back on the seat as you
lift the front wheel. And click the next gear while controlling the
throttle. There it is . the balance point. She is going down, more
throttle ..yea, she's coming back. .. balanced just right. Another
gear .go go . go. Settle down now, but keep accelerating hard. Here comes
the corner. Hard on the binders and at just the right moment the rear
starts to come around and you get on the gas and come out harder than ever
before. You struggle to stay with her and she pulls hard to get away. Its
a war. Its a love affair. Its chaos. Its harmony. Its man and machine,
sometimes working together and sometimes - Knot. Like is said, "Its a
physical thang."