A few months ago I wrote about the pleasures of riding during the fall
months. Now that winter is upon us I thought an article about winter
riding would be appropriate.
When I consider the fact that a number of my riding friends live in climates
where winter temperatures can easily fall well below freezing for many
months of the year, I realize that those of us living in and round Virginia
are indeed lucky that we are spared such chilling weather for extended
periods of time. Highs ranging in the mid 30's are in fact more tolerable
than some would assume, given the proper clothing to provide wind and
weather protection. If you look around on almost any day in this area
you are likely to see at least one 2-wheeler go by. For the vast majority
of the bikers out there it is not because motorcycles are their only means
of transportation, but rather because they have made a conscious choice
to ride rather than drive a car or take public transportation. Their motivation
may simply be the desire to face the challenge of winter riding, starting
the day feeling the brisk winter air on their face or the mere pleasure
of beating the elements for the daily commute. Maybe they prefer riding
because they can take advantage of the commuter lanes and save some time
on the ride to and from work without the inconvenience of ride sharing.
The difference between spending close to an hour in stop and go traffic
or spending 20 minutes zipping along, watching all the cagers stuck in
traffic, can certainly be a source of amusement and satisfaction for those
that have taken the 2-wheeled alternative. And then there are those who
simply can't bear the idea of being stuck in a cage the whole winter,
who simply need to experience the freedom of motoring, even if it's only
the daily run to work and back. To feel the sense of release that riding
affords is something they simply can not do without for 4 or 5 months
a year.
On one of the lists I belong to, it was decided several years ago that
the Christmas holidays would be celebrated with an "insult fest",
wherein we try to "out insult" each other and "points"
are awarded for the most creative in much the same way as on the show
"Who's line it is, anyway?", (where the points are meaningless).
Though, of course, this is all in good fun, you understand. While this
may seem decidedly opposite the whole spirit of the season, the reasoning
behind the insult fest is actually quite valid. It provides a distraction
and means of venting for those list members stuck in the colder climates
and who are unable to ride as much as they would like. Seems to work quite
well, too!
So what does it take to ride the winter months? Can one really be comfortable
riding in 20 or 30 degree temperatures? And can I honestly say it's enjoyable?
Well, yes and no. Just like any other time of year there are days that
to be out riding is not the most comfortable experience, but yes, it can
still be rewarding and enjoyable as well, assuming you have a properly
set up machine. Now, granted, this winter has been colder than most in
recent years, but there are still days where an afternoon ride can be
an enjoyable experience. One thing you'll see on almost any bike that
you may pass during these months is a full fairing. I'm not talking just
a windscreen, but rather something that provides protection for the riders
hands and arms, as well and the riders' chest area, and may possibly include
wind protection for the riders' legs as well. Next it requires the proper
clothing, that doesn't necessarily mean a $500 riding suit, although those
are certainly nice if you can afford one. What it does mean is layering,
with an outer layer that gives good wind and weather protection, especially
for those parts of the body not protected by the fairing, without sacrificing
adequate mobility. You still need to be able to act quickly, perhaps more
so in winter, since people in cars tend to be even less aware of motorcycles
at this time of year. After all, who would be crazy enough to be out riding
in such frigid conditions?
Just recently Kent, who runs VirginiaWind, made a comment on the forum
about that "Polar Bear" feeling and how disconnected he felt
from his machine when bundled up against the elements. He was curious
if other shared the same feeling and what the cause was. I think he pretty
much answered his own question, the very fact that you are so bundled
up causes you to lose the connection with the machine that you normally
have during the other seasons. The more you have between you, the bike
and the environment, the less connected you are to them.
Not withstanding the above, there is still pleasure to be gained from
riding in the winter. If nothing else there is the sense of reward one
feels having conquered the elements. It doesn't have to be a long ride,
it's not about distance or speed or impressing someone that you're brave
enough, if anything, if you ride to impress others, then you are riding
for all the wrong reasons. It's about just doing it because it has its
own unique rewards that the other seasons just don't have to offer. Smells
are so much more intense, the sky so much clearer and the air so much
more invigorating than at any other time of year.
There is nothing like a ride along a quiet country road in winter, especially
after a fresh snowfall, the barren trees standing starkly in the fields,
casting their dark shadows across the soft whiteness. The smell of wood
smoke rising from distant chimneys and curling into the brisk winter sky,
as you imagine a family gathered by the fireplace while the flames dance
upon the ceiling and walls. Winter sunrises and sunsets can be some of
the most spectacular that nature has to offer. Cruising along beside a
small mountain stream as it splashes between the rocks or slips quietly
below a layer of ice, only to bubble up here and there then disappear
once more beneath the ice as it makes it way down the mountain, instills
a sense of quiet peacefulness in the observer. Mere thoughts of a steaming
cup of coco or hot spiced beverage at the end of the ride to chase the
chill away can be as pleasurable as the act itself. Then later, after
the ride, as you sit in the warmth of home thinking back on the event
just concluded and saying to yourself, "Man, what a ride!",
it will reaffirm what all of us that ride have come to know .
The fact that you were out there riding and sensing the world as only
a biker can; that you beat the cold and braved the elements, gives you
a sense of accomplishment unlike any other and once again says simply,
yet profoundly, you're a biker and you were Born to Ride.
A Winters Ride
A winters ride,
Down roads that hide;
Beneath a frozen sky.
Past snow caped hills,
And silent mills;
A rider passes by.
Past barren trees,
That no one sees;
Asleep the season through.
A snow lined road,
Lays black and cold;
'Midst whiteness fresh and new.
Past frozen streams,
That wait and dream;
Of spring that soon will show.
I ride alone,
My winding home;
That thus I've come to know.
A winter road,
Its secrets hold;
The deeds that I have done.
So on I roam,
My winding home;
An echo yet unsung!