Motorcycling

Bikers Community

Do you feel like you are a part of a minority, a community, which members bonds even if you have never met each ocher? And the moment you meet, you will know it right away and you always have some thing to talk about. When ever you are in trouble, the help is never far away?
This is how the biker community is. One rainy morning I was on my way to work, late off course, itand in the side of the road I see another biker has stopped and are looking at the bike… like it won’t start. As always I stop and ask if I can help with any thing. Most of times, there are no problems, but his time, the guy was out of petrol. So I tell him to sit up behind me and off we go to the nearest petrol station, where he buys a container with petrol. I drive him back and make sure that he manages to get his bike started again.
This is how the community works.
If I have just parked my bike and are looking it, and another biker, passes, we always have a chat about tours we have done, about traffic, about different bikes we have had. Some times even when we stop at red light we have a small chat.
On the road we always nod at each other.
My self had a similar experience. I was on my way from Dublin to Cork and was out of petrol. While I was waiting for the reserve tank to run through, another biker stops and asks if he can help. I ask for directions to the nearest petrol station, and he tells me to follow him. When my tank is full again, we exchange numbers and this day we still go on a ride together once in a while

Biking Cork Dublin

In the weekend I went to Dublin on my bike, the Big Blue. It was a great feeling of being free and unstoppable, when I sped out from Cork on the motorway to Dublin. 257 km and according to others a trip of more than 4 hours. No way it was gonna take me 4 hours…. More likely 2. And only because of the heavy Friday afternoon traffic. I am aware that the motorway aint yes built all the way, but still 4 hours?
The motorway leaving Cork is great and the traffic was very calm. Good I got away before the heavy rush hour. The sound of the engine was beautiful as I sped up. I occupied the fast lane and passed one car after another like pearls on a string. It felt like they did not move, but was parked in the side of the road. This probably tells more about my speed than theirs.
When ever a car in the fast lane saw me in mirror they pulled in the slow lane in respect. It was great feeling to pass them. Only a few times I had to slow down because of some slow ejiit, who did not pull in right in time.
Once I checked the speed it said 190 km/h.
Around Port Lease the motorway ended and I had to slow down my speed. Well I could not complain. The change from highly concentrated motorway drive to national road drive was right and I saw my self having a pit stop, cup of coffee and a chocolate. The concentration level leaves one quite tired and I needed some energy and caffeine. Then I jumped the Big Blue again and followed the traffic. The slower drive on the national road gets boring very fast. The single lane and all the other makes it difficult to speed up. As soon as you have overtaken one car and got a bid of speed, the next car blocks your way and another overtaken has to be done.
Fortunately the national road is soon replaced by another stretch of motorway, which takes you all the way to Dublin. Soon the speedometer was on the right side of 150 km/h again.
2 hours and 10 minutes was all I needed before I pulled in at my friends house in Newcastle just outside Dublin, where my friends, a cold beer and a BBQ was waiting. :-)