Special Kind of Person?

I recently read an article somewhere recently that said it takes a special kind of person and dedication to ride to work every day.

Really? I mean, OK, I guess having a job makes one special, and having a motorcycle at the same time makes one even more special, but using one to get to the other just seems natural to me. Personally, after the first time I rode to work, using some lesser form of transportation was not even a consideration, unless the bike was out of order (or if I was carpooling). Hell, I got rid of my Buick since I hadn't driven it for more than six months.

I gather, however, there are a lot of riders who don't ride to work come hell or high water. I don't really understand how that works, but there it is. I suppose, if one actually needs and uses their truck to haul tools and such, riding to work would be difficult. Personally, I'd say that means it's time to find a new job, but that's just me.

Maybe I don't think it takes a special kind of person because I AM that kind of person. I'll admit that when I like something, I can't comprehend how anyone else could NOT like it. It still baffles me when people tell me they don't like heavy metal music. What's not to like? I hope I never meet someone who dislikes pizza - I'll probably pass out from the shock.

Anyway, I guess I need to try and remember the fear and awe most folks have concerning motorcycles. The "awe" part keeps people glued to the media telling them how scary and dangerous these machines are, and the "fear" part keeps them off the bikes - which means there are more motorcycles for you and me.

So! Sheeples of the world - thank you, and stay scared of motorcycles! It takes a special kind of person to ride them.