Nothing about freedom, Kris? (OK, you tagged self-awareness.)
All of my riding buds wax on about freedom. And it is a good word to describe the sensation of motorcycling and the prerogatives we enjoy in the wind. But I would like to add that, what I think freedom actually means to most riders who try to express their fondness, yet are entirely capable of missing the mark of explication, is mindfulness. Well, that’s the buzzword, or the meme, these days. It’s apropos.
When I ride, I think about riding. Nothing else. If I did, I’d be dead.
My absolute and sole concern is keeping that machine on two wheels, as I absorb and enjoy the myriad sensations available to me, from achieving modest feats of technical proficiency to smelling my surroundings change mile by mile. I think about nothing else that has to do with any other aspect of my life but riding that motorcycle while I sit astride it. That’s freedom.