I went for a ride in the countryside yesterday, taking advantage of this all too brief perfect weather. If every day could begin in the 50’s and end in the mid 70’s the world would be a better place. As I wandered the rolling hills of the Bluegrass State my mind began to do the same, with random thoughts of yesterday, today and tomorrow all merging together in that space inside my helmet.

Motorcycles are good for that. They are much more than an expensive hobby used to kill time or waste money. They are the real Transformers. They take you out of time and place and introduce you to another reality, an alternate universe if you will. The mind floats through the possibilities of unrestricted thought; the heart dreams…mine dreams big.

My bike has the ability to take me anywhere; at least on a mental and spiritual plane. Anything is possible, problems begin to fade and hope pushes forward. I’m no longer Jamie the average guy; I’m Shep the explorer, the adventurer, in full control of my psyche. Motorcycles are not just transportation: they are Magical Mystery Thinking Machines…no offense to Scooby Doo.

If this all sounds to mystical and touchy feely to you, I guess you can blame it on my latest activity…Yoga. I’ve been at it for 2 weeks now and I’m ready to admit before God and man that I like it. It is helping relieve the pain in my post surgery stomach and helping me get a grip on my wandering mind all at the same time. Combine that with a long, healing ride on my motorcycle and life couldn’t be better.

I’ve always been a very introspective person, sometimes driving my mind and body insane in the wee hours of the night. Just ask my wife; she has been forced to abandon the bed for the couch a few times simply because I couldn’t lie still. Better than putting a pillow over my head!  More than once she has called me the most restless man she ever met…it wasn’t a complement.

In the past few days two of my motorcycling friends have mentioned the therapeutic value of the ride and the need to spend time in the saddle. For me, it is the ultimate place to think, to center my restless heart, to put life in perspective and to dream the dream of possibilities yet to come. And you thought a motorcycle was just a toy. No my friend, the bikes in my garage are not toys, they are an extension of my soul. In fact, I think I just heard the Tiger say to the Ducati, “I think Jamie has lost his mind!”

One of my recent musical discoveries…enjoy

Later,

Shep