I love riding motorcycles. I love older bikes, newer bikes, smaller bikes, bigger bikes. Some trips are as short of going down the street to meet a friend for coffee, and some are as long as Vancouver to Halifax. Over the years, I have come to realize that riding a motorcycle is very much like living life. Here are some similarities I’ve noticed:
- Ride your own style
It’s fun when you get a group of friends together to go on a road trip. But everyone has a different riding style—some like to ride straight through a 12-hour day, some like to stop and smell the flower, some like to ride like they’re racing, and some like to go slow and enjoy the scenery.
- Sometimes you have to go alone
If you always have to wait to get a group together to go riding, you’ll miss out on good riding days and you’re leaving your fate in the hands of others. While having company is great, there are days you just have go out alone and have fun on your own.
- It’s the journey
- Take a break
Even in the most fast paced and exciting journey, there are stretches where things get a little mundane, or a little tiring. Taking a break is a good thing physically and mentally. Even a quick stop to get off the bike can re-energize a boring or discouraging stretch.
- Look up
The first thing I learned about riding a motorcycle is to fix my eyes on where I want to go, and the bike will follow. If I keep my eyes far ahead on the road, that’s where I will steer. But if I’m looking down on the pavement, I’ll end up crashing and hitting the pavement. So even when things are looking a little hairy, I always tell myself to keep my eyes far ahead and look up.
I am so behind on posting my 365 images, it’s embarrassing.
I thought I had lost the entire roll of film because I accidentally popped the film cover open before rewinding the film back in. When I got the developed film back, I was so thrilled to see that there was no light leak and all my exposures were intact. I had the whole roll printed.
I think I’m definitely going to keep playing with film. I can’t find a way to adjust the white balance, so I will probably stick with daylight. Also the low light performance is practically non-existent. I also have hard time focusing fast enough to catch the kids in action.
There’s just something so nostalgic and so true about film–it’s like being wrapped in an old warm blanket while on a cozy couch. I dig it.
This is a digital scan of an image I took on film last week (hence a bit out of order with the date number on this). It’s Joshua’s “rock collection” as he calls it, lined up on a log at the beach. Each rock represents people most important to him in his circle. From left to right, we have:
- Keanon (his all-time-favorite cousin)
- Daddy (the biggest rock in the middle)
- Po-po (grandma)
- Rachel (super awesome babysitter)
- Hope (the postpartum doula we had for 10 months)
I love getting these little insights to his world and what is important to him.
On our drive back from Whistler on the weekend, Josh pointed to the river and said, “Mommy, look! The ocean!”
I said, “That’s a river, baby. It’s called the Cheakamus River.”
Josh said, “Where are they?”
Confused, I said, “Where are who?”
Josh said, “The chickens.”
I asked, “What chickens?”
Josh said, “You said chicken river.”
I bursted out laughing and said, “No, the Cheakamus River!”
Josh wasn’t amused. He said, “Chicken-mus.”
I said, “No, not chicken. Chea-ka-mus.”
We tried it a few more times, but honestly, I have to admit it does sound a lot like “chicken-mus”.