I agree with some of the sentiment in the video clip, and have been riding bikes for about 40 years now (since i was 13 or 14) everyone has their own reasons. For me its not the travel. I have traveled quite a bit and that's a real buzz at times and at others a real pain. But people are not really my thing whether from home or abroad so i can't fit into some others experience at all, its the journey and riding not the arriving.That's is how i always feel.

When riding a bike everyone can have their own adventure - whether its to distant lands or not.

For me i can and have just appreciated some of my bikes for what they were - sculptures in engineering, pieces of art others were rough around the edges but i still had a real connection to their charms they all seem like a living thing. A real bond almost alive.

I often hear some talk of their bikes as just a means to get A to B there is no or little connection a disposable tool - i can't get my head round that but then again for those people it seems to be the travel not the means that's important. That's fine but from a different direction to my thoughts altogether.

Riding the right bike on the right day at the right moment is a very singular and individual experience and to be honest i ain't interested in sharing that time with others. I prefer to have no pillion, no others riding with me.

I love building and working on bikes, riding them and they are in my blood an obsession that i can't nor want to get away from. Although i have some great friends in the motorcycle world the bike was for me always an escape a singular focus where people, work, and anything else was removed from my thoughts.

Tchus Jake.