The Calling Of The Open Road

As a mild mannered professional working at a law firm I rarely get the opportunity to break out into areas outside my comfort zone. However, I promised myself I would change this. At the outset, I decided to make a list of all things I wanted to do. Then I realized, this is exactly what I did not want to do. Make a list.

I hastily escaped the office cell and jumped into my SUV to immerse myself in the freedom of the road. It was then I realized that this was something I had missed from my youth. I had learned how to drive when I was nineteen and thought how great it was to be out on the road. I remember having the windows rolled down in the summer time and having the breeze flow through my hair. This was freedom and I wanted to experience it again.

The traffic light stopped me. As I awaited the green, I turned to my right to see a well outfitted man and his significant other on a noisemaker. It was a stylish, yet rugged looking bike. He looked like a model dressed as a bike rider. He wore a well maintained leather jacket that looked almost new. He was covered from head to toe with a black helmet, gloves, and stylish leather boots. It was hard to tell his age. His female companion also appeared attractive and dressed in a similar fashion. This was my calling.

I suddenly knew what I yearned for: to ride a motorcycle. I had to test drive one at the very least. I figured I might even be able to get a weekend lease to see how I enjoyed the machine. I steered my auto directly home. As I slowly parked in the garage, I was confronted by my other failed attempts. For instance, a jet ski, fishing rods, and alpine skiing equipment. But this time it would be different. I went inside to look for a local dealer.

I thought this time it would be different. I knew I can enjoy this because I could do it anytime I wanted. I did not need to be in water or on a ski slope. I can be at home, in the park, out on the road and I would be free. I found the local directory and wrote down the address of a couple of local dealers. The first one I went to dealt in the prominent domestic brand of cycles. These were the ones I wanted.

The salesperson at the store was very understanding even with my over inquisitive approach. He provided me with all the relevant details regarding the selection, options, and prices. He was very well dressed and donned a stylish men’s sport watch. I told him my goal was to experience the joy of the open road. He thought a low rider with a high handle bar would be the perfect solution. I was eager to take it for a ride. I inquired about renting or leasing the bike for a few days.

He replied quite affirmatively. He had received similar inquiries before. There were many customers who wanted to try on the bike before making a full purchase. Making an immediate commitment seemed a little out of place given the freedom they were looking to sell. Also, there are the considerations of one’s spouse and relatives. I signed the appropriate papers and went out on the open road.