Wind Therapy

(C) 2020, JJ Shaun
Dressed for some wind therapy.

Our governor downgraded the “Stay at Home” order to “Safer at Home.” Hence, we decided to get a little wind therapy yesterday. It was a perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold, not too windy.

Having not ridden since last fall, I expected to have an issue or two starting my bike, but it wasn’t my bike that gave us problems, it was First Reader’s. I’d been having a problem with the starter when we rode last, so I was surprised when I didn’t have to futz around getting her to turn over. First Reader’s bike, on the other hand, proved to be the hard one to start this time. We have a portable battery, but the clamps are shot, so we had to jump it the old-fashioned way, with the car.

Once we got the bikes running, we hit the rowdy road and visited a couple of friends and some family—at a safe distance. Even though we stay in touch with those family members, there’s nothing like a little face-to-face interaction to help with the Corona Virus Blues. As much as we would have loved to hug our family, we all know the risks and kept our distance accordingly. It was much harder not to hug the littles, but somehow we managed.

(C) 2020, L’il Devil
Keeping a safe social distance while taking a pit stop.

It felt good to get back on the bike out in the fresh air. While we didn’t ride far today, we managed to ride far enough to take the edge off the stress we’ve all been under for the last several weeks. One would think that 50 miles is a lot of ground to cover, but on a motorcycle, that short distance barely scratches that itch to feel the wind on your skin.

When I ride, I feel alive in a way that I don’t when in a car, or walking, or riding a bicycle. Maybe it’s the inherent risk involved with motorcycle riding. Maybe it’s the way the wind feels on my body or the way I have to be hyper-aware and in the moment. I love that it is a full-body activity. I don’t just sit in the saddle and go.

Riding that machine requires all four limbs to control and maneuver. My left hand and foot control the gears, while my right hand and foot control my speed—both acceleration and deceleration. I shift my hips and press the handlebars ever so slightly to round a curve in the road. Unlike when riding in a car, I am not secured to the bike, so if the machine stops or turns too suddenly, I could learn to fly. Not something I desire. I mean, I love how riding a motorcycle through a canyon can feel like flying, but I don’t want to learn firsthand.

While this was our first outing of the season, it won’t be our last. At this point, we still have plans to go on an organized motorcycle camping trip with a group, ride the Black Hills, and participate in another world record women’s riding event. We’ll see what the summer brings.

For now, regular wind therapy sessions are sure to take the edge off the “new normal.” Whatever activities you participate in, please stay safe and healthy.

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