Motorcycles, to be honest, I don't like them.
That probably dates back to a fatal crash near my home when I was a child. I knew the young man who was killed.
Apparently, my first attempt at pronouncing the word came out as "Motor-Mistake" — actually, I think I named them well.
And yes, I have been on one, briefly, and still didn't like it. I'd much rather be on the back of a good horse. That being said, I believe in giving credit where it's due, and I'm writing this in praise of what I believe to be the majority of bikers. They get a lot of criticism, and bad press — some justified, but certainly not all of it.
The veranda at the back of my house overlooks one of the busiest streets in town, being a main route into Windsor from the highway.
It's no problem to count 100 or more vehicles moving on that street in a 10-minute period. I've done it more than once.
And, in the biking season, they come in groups, often as many as 10 or 12 together, enjoying their outing. That could mean a lot of noise.
A motorcycle, by its very nature, is a noisy machine, and there are some bikers who seem to delight in roaring along without any thought or consideration for other people. They're not the ones I'm writing about.
What has truly impressed me is the number of bikers who deliberately slow down as they drive through town, and make their big machines almost purr like kittens.
How wonderfully thoughtful! And proof that it can be done. Sometimes I feel I'd like to give them a hug.
Since that's not quite possible, I decided to put my thoughts into words, in the hope that some of those good people will read them, and know their efforts are appreciated. The loud “boom, boom, boom” from car radios is much more disturbing than purring bikes.
So bikers, ride on. Enjoy your beautiful, noisy machines, and if you see an old woman waving to you as you go by, that'll be me!