James Burleigh
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That just about sums it up. If you ever wanted to know what it feels like to go to Disneyland and always get to go to the front of the line, then come to California and ride a motorcycle. Thanks, SM.Whether it's found in "Easy Rider" or a Harley commercial, the motorcycle (and of course, a fast, nimble, responsive motorcycle more than most, to most of us) is one of the primary modern symbols of freedom and independence. When I'm able to bypass a big ugly California traffic jam just like Super Mario jumping over some huge obstacle, I feel like I'm One with Marlon Brando, Peter Fonda, the Marlboro Man and hell, Pecos Bill, riding a tornado. Freedom! Not part of your world, your traffic jam, your problems. I may not be thinking it at the time, but when I think about it, those are the images I get. And I LOVE it.
So yes, I split lanes whenever I feel like I'm being held back by all those boring, cage-dwelling, safe and un-adventuresome sheep waiting patiently in line for their turn to move a few more feet. Not for me! It's the open road, the bold journey, the different and more exciting path. All of the reasons I ride, amplified. (I have a very exciting internal monologue going on most of the time, you see.)
Safely, of course; never shooting through 45 or 50 mile-an-hour traffic at 75 or 80 like some do. But one-at-a-time (which is really four or five at a time in multi-lane settings), leaving behind all those poor traffic-bound suckers as I make my own road, stringing together one brief passing opportunity after another. Best damn part about living in California!
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