"The difference between driving a car and climbing onto a motorcycle is the difference between watching TV and actually living your life."
Cars lie to us and tell us we're safe, powerful, and in control. The air-conditioning fans murmur empty assurances and whisper, "Sleep, sleep." Motorcycles tell us a more useful truth: we are small and exposed, and probably moving too fast for our own good, but that's no reason not to enjoy every minute of the ride.
I still think of myself as a motorcycle amateur, but by now I've had a handful of bikes over a half dozen years. Learning to ride was one of the best things I've done. A motorcycle is a joy machine. It's a machine of wonders, a metal bird, a motorized prosthetic. It's light and dark and shiny and dirty and warm and cold lapping over each other; it's a conduit of grace, it's a catalyst for bonding the gritty and the holy.