Well, the first thing blithe on a bike means is obviously the play on my name, Blythe. I have always heard stories from my parents that my name meant “cheerful” coming from the old english, “blithe”. I think it’s what my parents hoped for and sometimes, I might even be.
But, having a joyous and cheerful disposition is exactly what I have on a motorcycle! Of course, there are also anxious moments, but the element of danger is necessary for the adventure.
The five senses of motorcycling
One of the things I have quickly noticed is how present I am while riding a motorcycle. My senses are heightened.
Most importantly, I am seeing everything. While looking ahead for curves, bumps in the road, animals darting by, or other cars, I am also seeing the clouds, the rainbows, the sunsets over the sunflower and corn fields. I am glancing behind me for other cars and obstacles, but I am aware of more.
Even with the visor down, I can smell the neighbors’ freshly mowed lawns, the flowers in the field, the mulch on the farmer’s land, and even the exhaust of the vehicles in front of me.
I can feel the wind billowing my jacket when I hit at least 50 mph. I can feel the push against the seat. I can feel the rumble of the engine and the heat of the tank.
I can hear the wind rushing by. And the sound of other motorcycles on the road (even when I’m not riding, I now know the sound and find myself looking to see who else is riding).
Yes, I can even taste. I have occasionally caught a bug.
I am blithe on a bike. I’m also Blythe on a bike. So, I’m a blithe Blythe on a bike. And welcome to my blog!