In the scooter’s dream, this is the road it rides…
How much does danger factor into the thrill of riding? When my spirit soars is it because I feel I’m flying or perhaps because subconsciously I believe I’ve left danger in the dust?
While I don’t intentionally ride in a dangerous manner I do accept that being on two-wheels inherently has more risk, more danger. It doesn’t mean bad things will happen, but they could, and chances are whatever does happen will probably be more intense that if I were strapped in the cage and surrounded by airbags.
Danger, or perhaps more specifically, risk is seductive and at the heart of a living game of chance. At least that’s what passed through my head as I watched the video of the Atlantic Road in Norway — Atlanterhavsveien in Norwegian. In the dark gloom with a pounding ocean I could sense the risk, the danger, and imagined traversing the windswept expanse and the quickened heart rate. It’s the same feeling I have when snow is falling on the road, or the temperature drops below zero — me against the elements.
Seems a screwy draw to riding a scooter or motorcycle. But it could be worse. I could be scrambling up the north face of the Eiger, or diving off a precipice in a wing suit.
I suppose each is just another dangerous and beautiful road…