Maybe I'm just not enough of a motorcycle guy to understand simple pleasures like revving the engine in my driveway or cruising up and down my own street endlessly, or maybe it's because surviving COVID-19 has instilled within me a stronger desire to really live, but regardless of the reason, when I see a motorcycle that never really goes anywhere, it just makes me sad.
I can understand being very cautious after purchasing a new bike, especially if it's a particularly nice one that someone had to save up for, but after a year or two of driving it around locally and getting a feel for it, that worry ought to have worn off, replaced with a desire to really take it out for a proper ride on the open road.
Unfortunately, it seems like a lot of folks never really get over it, so they purchase a beautiful new motorcycle, tune it up to their liking, and then it spends most of its life parked in a garage with a tarp over it, taken out every once in awhile in the Summertime for a short ride around the block as if ridden by a child who has been instructed by his mother not to go too far.
I've seen it throughout my life, yet cannot understand it for the life of me. Are they afraid that they'll hurt it somehow? Couldn't be, after all, having a beautiful motorcycle and not riding it out of fear of potentially scratching the paint or something it is like having a beautiful wife and not kissing her out of fear of smudging her makeup. (To put it mildly.)
Besides, seems like some of these guys go to such great lengths to make their bike roar like a lion as they cruise by going well below the speed limit that they must have all but deliberately broken the muffler in order to get it to produce so much noise as it does while they practically walk the thing down the road, so I doubt that they are babying it too much.
Anywho, rev your engines if you've heard this one before and feel free to comment if you've ever been there yourselves, as I'd be interested in knowing why certain folks do this, as well as hearing the triumphant tales of how they eventually learned to get over it, rode that sucker until the wheels fell off, put it back together, then did it all over again.
If nothing else, I hope that it will at least encourage a few folks here who may be doing this themselves to take their bikes out for a proper ride, experiencing that thrill and exhilaration which simply cannot be had otherwise.