Somber Summer

This weekend was evidently the big Redwood Run, because I saw all the full-dresser Harleys pulling out in the last few days and a rather notable amount of trailered ones as well. That marks summer long distance riding for me even though I don't particularly like cruisers and I absolutely abhor the cruiser-lifestyle events. But it's still there every year. I got caught up in it twice, coincidentally heading through their territory on my way north. Most memorable was when Tony and I rode up with various groups of them that first day heading for Alaska a few years ago. Last year, I went northeast instead of northwest and only passed a few Harleys until I crossed the Mississippi River. Then they were as thick enough I might as well have been in the Redwoods. That trip started one year ago tomorrow. I haven't got one planned for this summer and I keep wondering why that doesn't bother me. I think it's that I've dropped the term motorcyclist from my self-definition. When I did it, I was in dire straights about who I was having lost something- even temporarily- that so systematically defined me. Now I just kind of shrug it off. I like to ride. I still ride. But it's not really that much of who I am. I feel the loss, but don't really think I'm much worse off for it. I never did find that mythical riders group where I felt like my presence was valid and appreciated anyway. Now, I think things like how much I actually like wearing different colored pants every day, or even- gasp- a skirt if I want. Once I finally got over the car-claustrophobia that I had back when the bike and I were down for the count, I find driving really isn't as awful as I remember either. Driving isn't great- like riding- but it is really, really convenient. I don't know what to make of all this, except that I really don't know if have a label any more. I miss the affiliation, but not so much that I'm ready to change my lifestyle just to take it back.
Of course, should that ST3 become more likely I may have to redefine myself once again.

Comments

[Kimiakane]

Redefinition is all about age. People, places and things all get older and with it comes change. Nobody is exactly who they were a decade or two ago. Well, except maybe Lila, of course. Bwa-ha-ha!

[Stephanie]

No way, Bry. Lila has taken to motherhood in a way you wouldn't believe. She's got natural talent and is great at it in a way I'd never be. Who knew?

[Kimiakane]

Like she always says..."I (she) Rule!"

Not to steal your thunder by diverting attention towards her (being this is your blog and all), how many little Lilas are there and what are their age(s)?