Some random, well maybe not so random thoughts. I must acknowledge and apologise to Boris, Matt, Curate Klav, David Cooke, Rob Colligan and a few others for plagiarising some of their writings. A recent exchange, on a FB page, got me thinking. I love motorcycling. Why? I can't exactly say why. It may be the inherent unsafeness. Yes I know that's not a real word, but I'm not sure riding a motorcycle is inherently dangerous - many people manage to ride for years without incident - I'm not one of those people. It could well be the adrenalin flow that is but a twist of the wrist away. I've always enjoyed that. It maybe the freedom I feel, or at least the illusion of freedom. Maybe it's the slight tinge of superiority I get when among the cattle and sheep in their metal cages. I do know that when our kids were younger, as a family we enjoyed a day out on the bikes. We always, half jokingly, said that it's a great way to spend the day together as a family without having to actually talk to each other too much. I also know that I've met some truly great and wonderful people who I have shared many miles, drinks, laughs and just a few tears with. They have taught me many things and imparted much knowledge. I have also met more than few beige numpties that frankly make me weep for the future of the human race in general and motorcycling in particular. At every turn they are telling me to 'ride safe'. They presume to tell me, and others, that if I wear anything less than the mythical 'All the gear' all the time then I'm unsafe and that I am destined to die or at the very least spend many excruciating hours having gravel scraped from my body. They somehow seem to think that I am incapable of making a decision regarding my own safety. Yes, believe or not, sometimes the safest option is to run the red light, pass on the double lines or travel at speed faster than that sign posted. Just like sometimes it's safer to just stop and let that B double have the roundabout, even though you legally have right of way. It is this last group that prompted this collection of thoughts. Mainly because for some reason they seem to imagine that motorcycling is a brotherhood/sisterhood. Sorry, but it just isn't. It might have been once, but I doubt it. There are certainly are pockets of 'brotherhood'. I'm mainly thinking the OMC's, maybe the MMC's and some close knit groups of friends. These groups have shared experiences, good and bad, joyous and devastating. They have a serious connection and serious respect for each other. They really would give the shirt of their back to help their brother and wouldn't think twice about doing it, they'd just do it. They would also defend their mates no matter what. Ok they may sort their mate out later but that's not for 'outsiders' to see. But, I have no connection whatsoever with these beige people masquerading as motorcyclists, well other than we both ride motorcycles, whoop fcuking wee. Just because I will pull over and offer assistance if they are broken down on the side of the road doesn't mean they're my 'brother'. It simply means I'm a decent human being do the right thing.