What gear advice would you give a new rider – just starting out?
Here’s how these experienced Motorcycle Mojo fans responded.
Colonel Chris Hadfield has to be one of the coolest people ever. A great leader. I admire what he’s done for mankind and am in awe of what can be accomplished when we set our minds to it.
There are no borders in space.
I love watching the ISS pass overhead as it orbits the earth, imagining the astronauts in it and what they’re seeing. If you’ve never done it, check the schedule here and watch it on a clear night. Absolutely amazing!
Here’s Colonel Hadfield covering David Bowie’s Space Oddity from OUTER SPACE earlier this week!
The vulnerability of riding a motorcycle makes it an excellent teacher of communication skills. The immediacy and potential severity of the outcome when others misinterpret or ignore us are great motivators for learning how to communicate our intentions clearly and concisely.
In an ideal world, you would send your message out once and everyone would understand it exactly as it was intended. Realistically, that rarely happens. However, the better you get at clear and consistent communications through whatever medium best reaches your audience, the more efficient you’ll become. That reduces your workload, facilitates good relationships and frees up time for play.
When you’re out of balance on your motorcycle the feedback is immediate and the consequences potentially devastating. The effects of being out of balance in your personal life can be harder to recognize and take longer to surface, but can sideline you just the same.
Take a lesson from your bike and check in periodically to make sure you’re managing all that’s asked of you, including mindfully caring for your Self.
Most collisions between a motorcycle and another vehicle occur because the driver does not recognize that the motorcyclist is an oncoming vehicle. They either pull out from a side street or turn in front of them, into their path of travel.
Regardless of who’s at fault in an accident with another vehicle, the motorcyclist is the one who’s most likely to be injured. There are a few simple guidelines to reduce your chances of being hit and increase the odds of a fabulous ride!
We share the roads with other vehicles and all have a right to be there. Do your part to help reduce the chance of a collision. Next week we’ll talk about how car drivers can do theirs.
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Any being, whether human or machine, exists through a complex series of interrelated systems. The interdependence of these healthy relationships means that they are neither dependent nor co-dependent.
Apply these lessons to your own life and watch your relationships increasingly enrich your life, your road and those you share it with.
What do you do when you’re on a trip, need to reach a destination and have to go – but don’t feel well enough to ride?
Here’s how these Motorcycle Mojo fans responded.
Have you ever been in that situation? How do you handle it?
How do you make sure you’re physically, emotionally and mentally ready to ride?
Here’s how these Motorcycle Mojo Magazine’s FaceBook fans, handle it.
What do you do to make sure you’re ready to ride?
With the spotlight on mothers this weekend, it seemed fitting to balance things a bit with some touching dad and daughter stories. I love to see the wonderful relationships male friends have with their daughters, and female friends with their fathers.
I credit my own dad, with my early entry into motorcycling. While I don’t remember him encouraging it, he certainly did nothing to stop it – and leaving that door open was all I needed to go through it.
Of course it could have been that he was so busy on the farm and feeding six kids that it was the least of his concerns.
These stories will tug at your heartstrings as surely as they tugged on mine.
“When David Herron’s 17-year-old daughter couldn’t find the prom dress of her dreams, he did what any resourceful dad would do: He sat down and made her one from scratch.
A former military man, Herron had learned how to sew his stripes and hem his own uniforms. But making a prom dress? Totally new territory.”
Never intended to be an open letter, this letter to two college-age daughters, was published in hopes that other parents will take the time to find the words to encourage their children.
One has to admire the leadership and compassion in these future fathers.
Fathers and daughters do the train as they dance to the Mambo during the 7th annual Military Father Daughter Dance at the Crowne Plaza Colorado Springs hotel, April 13, 2013.
The Armed Services Young Men’s Christian Association put on the dance to help dads and daughters strengthen bonds and create memories.
Dads and daughters have special relationships. My dad just turned 87 and he’s still interested in helping me tend to my motorcycle, giving it prime real estate when I visit or offering what is now token muscle to loosen a bolt. I’m very grateful we’re still making memories. Thank you Dad.
May has always been a favorite month for the extraordinary energy it delivers. The unstoppable power of nature is evident all around as tender shoots push through the earth after a winter of germination, seeking light, reaching and opening to the sun. Along with this energy comes lessons, for without them growth is not possible.
One of my clearest insights came on May 18, 2008. That was the day I found myself sitting on a mud path in the woods, facing a carpet of trilliums and unable to move my right arm. I’d started the day in an off-road riding course and had just catapulted over the handlebars, landing squarely on my shoulder, shattering it.
I knew instantly that a divine experience was unfolding and a course correction had occurred. I was forced into stillness. It was time for me to learn about my own power and listen to the voice that was trying to guide me.
Reading the deeply touching words of Oriah in her book, The Call, I couldn’t help but see the personal message her words.
“But sometimes we can listen only when our illusions of control and safety have been shattered, when we are lying on the ground — figuratively or literally in the wilderness — weeping and ready to say, as Rumi wrote:
I didn’t come here of my own accord.
Whoever brought me here will have to come and take me home.”
A lot of ground has been covered since that day in the woods five years ago. Listening and along with it the courage to act, are still challenges. The lessons continue, as they will for as long as I am here.
I share Oriah’s eloquent poem, with the wish that you too will find meaning as we journey along our road. Thank you Oriah for your inspiration and courage.
I have heard it all my life, A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper. Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep. There’s no safety in that!
Remember what you are and let this knowing take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing colour the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here. Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen, no point in the future to get to. All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching. Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this? Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying. Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad, faithful only to the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close, dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being. When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying. Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.