For me, motorcycles have become less about thrills and more about fellowship. If you like photography and you’re riding alone you end up with all of these pictures of your bike. Your bike goes here, your bike goes there. They seem kind of lonely to me.
Photogenic? Maybe. But when they stand alone in a landscape, rider-less and static, and aloof; they’re disconnected from their soul.
Add the partner and the bike comes alive even if it’s still just sitting there…
I kept one of these old beemers and call it ’18’. Some of my favorite pictures include my friends posed with the bike…
Riding out together, meeting up at a favorite spot… these are reasons to jump on a bike and have fun…
Motorcycles are more about fellowship for me these days.