Crosschain's thread on Drag Culture vs. Bike Culture prompts me to comment on something that's been bugging me: Packs of motorcyclists roaring by me on the mountain roads near my home. The thing is, the very type of road I like to ride on is the very type of road they like to ride on. We all pay taxes to support these roads. I have a right to be there; they have a right to be there. I'm out there having my kind of fun, they're out there having their kind of fun.
So why do I resent them? Oh, mainly 'cause they obviously take a huge amount of pleasure in making sure their bikes are so loud they sound like a jackhammer next to your head. Cripes. Multiply that by 10 or 15 blowing by and my head is ringing. Then 10 or 15 more, and 10 or 15 more....pack after pack.
In other words, I see an inequity here. I'm not bothering them (most, I'm sure, don't even notice me) but they sure as heck are bothering me.
My little solution is going to be, on weekends I'm going to ride mainly in some areas I happen to know they don't go. Weekdays, when I can, I'll ride my favorite roads.
I have a friend who has a couple of motorcycles and he's a good guy. So I know that being into that doesn't make you a jerk by any means. That said, on a recent half-day mountain ride, after being passed dozens of times by dozens of ear-splitting biker packs, when my friend and I reached the top, there were two hugely distinct camps hanging about: the cyclists, in their lycra, lean and fit, sucking down water and energy bars, and the bikers, paunchy and soft and sucking on beers and cigarettes. The two camps didn't mingle at all.