Motorbike Riding – The Passion of the Metal Beast

📸 Image credit: talesfromthebike

Magical. Inspirational. Slightly insane.

It doesn’t matter what bike you ride, as long as it has an engine that scares the neighbours and a personality that might kill you if you get cocky. From the moment you join the league of motorcyclists, you’ll know that life will never be the same.

A motorbike is not just a machine. It’s a snarling, metal-breathing, rule-breaking extension of your soul. You’ve earned the right to ride one? Then hold on to it with everything you’ve got. Your very existence will thank you.

📸 Image credit: t7_vlog

Chapter 1: The All-Powerful Engine

Big engines. That’s where the fun begins. A lump of steel and aluminium, guzzling petrol, making all the right noises, and sending your heart rate into orbit. It’s a thing of beauty.

Twist the throttle, and suddenly, you’re not just moving—you’re launched. Sports cars? Please. They may look fancy, but they can’t hold a candle to the sheer brutality of a motorbike’s acceleration. Even a mid-sized engine will leave them humiliated at a red light.

For that glorious, fleeting moment, you’re royalty. The road bends to your will, traffic is a minor inconvenience, and the world exists only in your rear-view mirror.
This is the throne you were born to sit on.

📸 Image credit: riccardkh

Chapter 2: Electric Bikes, Scooters, and Other Regrettable Decisions

Let’s get this out of the way. Electric bikes? No. Just… no. You can argue all you want about torque, efficiency, and saving the planet, but where’s the soul? Where’s the growl, the heat, the unholy symphony of combustion? A silent bike is a soulless bike.

Scooters? Look, they serve a purpose. They get you from A to B. But let’s not pretend they’re cool. Slapping a tiny engine on a hairdryer and calling it a mode of transport is a stretch. No one rides a scooter because they want to. You ride it because you have to. End of discussion.

Trikes? Fine, I get it. Maybe you’re getting older. Maybe your knees are shot, and you’re not ready to hang up your leathers just yet. Respect. Ride on, brother.

Three-wheelers? Absolutely not. If you want to belong to the biker world, commit. Don’t half-ass it. these things exist for people who like the idea of riding a motorbike but lack the conviction to see it through. Either ride a bike, or buy a car. There is no in-between.

Let’s move on. Enough said.

📸 Image credit: Mad ADVRider

Chapter 3: You Were Born for This

Alright, not really. But it sure feels like it.

Think back. You were a kid. Learning to walk, stumbling around, grabbing onto furniture like a drunk at last orders. Then came the push wagon—your first taste of mobility. Clumsy, chaotic, but thrilling.

Then, the tricycle. Training wheels. The slow build-up to something greater. Every wobble, every scraped knee, every moment of frustration—it all led somewhere. And then, one day, the support wheels came off.

Freedom.

Nothing stood in your way except what your parents would allow. You weren’t just riding a bike—you were exploring the world. That little two-wheeled machine was the first taste of what would come later. The open road. The machine between your legs. The hunger for more.

📸 Image credit: rsd_pt

Chapter 4: You’ve Earned This

You put in the time. You fought through the wobbles. You rode down hills, holding on for dear life, imagining your bicycle was a roaring beast. You stuck playing cards in the spokes to make it sound like an engine. You stood outside bike shops, staring at the big machines, knowing—one day, that’ll be mine.

And now? That day is here.

You worked for this. You deserve this. And you don’t give it up. Too many people let their dreams fade into the background. Too many trade in their freedom for a safer, duller life.

Not you.

You hold onto this beast. You ride it. You own it.

“Because nothing—nothing—compares to the feeling of twisting that throttle and disappearing into the horizon.”