Bikers The Last Free Americans |
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| By L.J. James |
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| Whenever someone or group of humans attempt to live their lives free, those who are stuck in unhappy lives are going to be jealous. A heap of humans have a hard time letting go, releasing themselves from the day to day tryouts and tribulations of daily life even for a moment. Others seek an escape from the stress and anxiety many times related with innovative day life. I guess for me, that's allocation of why I am a biker. There’s something when it comes to riding a bike that encourages a sense of freedom in me. The open road, the wind in my face, the smells, becoming back to nature, the power of my bike. It's all these things and more that make me feel free. It's inauspicious that there are a heap of humans who, for whatsoever reason, can't find something or someway to let go and experience the sense of freedom that we do. These humans, for whatsoever reason, are the ones who point to us and call us rogues or rebels. They say that what we are doing is faulty and that our culture is a "disruptive influence. " As bikers, we live our lives a small differently. We work and have responsibilities, but we still acknowledge the sentiment of freedom. Perhaps its because we smile just a little more and are a little more relaxed that turns these humans green with jealousy? Someone who works hard and has no free time sees someone on the route riding his or her motorcycle and thinks "i wish that was me! " the thought of being free doesn't leave their mind. They long for it. They crave it gravely! How a good deal of of you out their have had a friend tell you how they have constantly wanted to purchase a motorcycle and just go out riding? How a good deal of of them ever really do? Here’s a typical story : a man is driving home from work when he see's a group of motorcycle riders pull up next to him. He looks at this group of humans riding together having a smashing time, he begins to think, "i wish that was me". He then decides, "i'm going to purchase a motorcycle! " he starts thinking when it comes to riding. How swell it are going to be to have his wife on the back of his bike and the wind in his face. We could ride up to the lake or perhaps that small motel way up in the mountains. Thinking of the swell times he are going to have he begins to feel that little sense of freedom. He thinks "this ought to be what those biker get to feel, wow! " He turns into the driveway, parks his truck and rushes into the house to tell his wife when it comes to his terrific idea. "hi honey, i'm going to purchase a motorcycle. " his wife looks at him and says "what? Did you get overwhelmed by the fumes at work again? " "you can't ride a motorcycle. The man answers back, "I will learn! " "you ought to be crazy", she says. "those things are death traps! You will kill yourself and we can't afford it! " "honey this is a thing I actually want" replies the man. "no no no! ! ! I won't have one of those things in my house! What sort of message would it send to the kids, our neighbors? " They argue when it comes to it, but it the end, the man never gets his motorcycle. He never goes to the lake with his wife or takes that trip up to the small motel in the mountains. He never feels the real sense of freedom one may only get when taking a long trip on a motorcycle. He spends the rest of his life wishing he had never seen that group of motorcycles. He is angry and bitter. Now when he see's bikers he puts them down. He hates bikers, not due to who or what they’re, but due to what he may never be. He hates them due to what they represent. They represent a sort of freedom, sense of belonging, a oneness with nature and the earth that he longs for, he craves, but may never have. We live here in america, the home of the free, but a good deal of aren’t free. They have never experienced the sense of freedom that may only be experienced on two wheels and, for whatsoever reason, never will. They live boring, uneventful. "safe" lives and complain when it comes to those who don't. Don't hate these envious humans, pity them for they’ll never acknowledge the sense of freedom and brotherhood we get from riding with a group of our bro's. They'll never acknowledge the wind in their face, the sentiment of peace and oneness with nature we feel as we ride threw the country side or down a long lonely highway. They'll never acknowledge the clarity of mind that comes from a long ride alone or the closeness and bond of a long ride or weekend away with an individual particular. Just thank your higher power that you've found a manner to escape, a manner to be free, even whether or not for a heap of it's just on the weekends. Ride safe and ride free because when it all come down to it, this is all when it comes to the ride! Your bro l. J. James americanbikerx. Com. |
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| About The Author LJ does a Online Motorcycle Show every Wednesday LJ loves to help show the truth about the Biker life and series like Sons of Anarchy |
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