Tour: Rapture of the Road
There may be nothing you can legally do with your body more exciting and sensual than grabbing your partner and jumping on a motorcycle, at least in public. No other human experience heightens the senses and ignites instincts like climbing atop a great chuffing beast and heading out on the highway.
Despite stubborn Hollywood stereotypes that depict us as ape-like hooligans, wiling away our lives playing psycho knife games, drinking ourselves senseless, and on occasional Sundays hiding behind old billboards on lonely highways waiting to ambush the next church-going family in a wood-paneled station wagon, going Mad Max on their ugly-sweater-wearing smiley asses, we aren’t that bad.
Leisure time is otherwise thought to be spent marauding, scaring women and children, pillaging small towns, and otherwise spreading the usual mischief and mayhem. According to Peter Fonda’s character, Heavenly Blue, in 1966’s The Wild Angels, motorcyclists just want the simple things in life:
The couple that plays together stays together.
“We wanna be free. We wanna be free to do what we wanna do. We wanna be free to ride. We wanna be free to ride our machines without being hassled by The Man. And we wanna get loaded! And we wanna have a good time. And that’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna have a good time; we’re gonna have a party.”
And we’re gonna have sex. Oddly, sex is beaten about the bush in biker flicks, the screenwriters riding around it in vague, evasive, and sometimes bizarre circles. It’s implied there, somewhere, as joints burn, bottles clink, and leathers and tats begin to commingle and creep toward the bedroom or the biker’s tattered, muddy bedroll in a heap of sweaty, nasty, loaded love. Nice sentiment, but it made real motorcyclists guffaw.
Of course, this screen characterization of the savage American biker may have sold some movie tickets, but it sent the sport back to the Dark Ages. Although some enthusiasts embrace the bad-boy image, wearing it on weekends like a familiar coat, most cringe when we are once again portrayed as furry, raw-meat eating Neanderthals.
Nothing could be farther from the truth. We hardly ever plunder and I personally haven’t had a good maraud in months. Contrary to colorful fictions, motorcyclists are more prone to be math teachers than leather-clad Huns. Well, yes, we do wear leather, but in a good way. There’s a primal sensuality to animal hides pressing against naked flesh.
Motorcyclists are romantic as hell. They ride not to fulfill a death wish, but to feel more alive. Flying through the wind with little but a big engine under your ass is wild fun, and fun is a turn-on. Once almost exclusively the domain of feral men, the motorcycle world is now mostly populated by college-educated professionals and a quickly growing number of women, women with a pent-up passion for virile adventure.
Often expressive, sometimes poetic, motorcyclists see life differently. There is a rapture to the road, a street spirituality that makes motorcyclists feel more connected to their surroundings, and each other. Sex is our continual companion; it rides with us, pushing us to the next intense, sensuous, pleasurable moment.
As we roll into the wind, worries seem to blow off, leaving an unfettered joy. Taj, 40, a former international fashion model and relative newcomer, has embraced motorcycling. “I enjoy a heightened and constant state of arousal. Biking is a very sexy experience, rolling down the road with all that power between your legs and each other’s pheromones wafting through your hair, looking for a colder beer, a hotter dance floor, a spot on the river to skinny dip—it’s really all about sexual freedom; frankly, it makes you want to get laid.”
She’s not alone. Women now comprise the largest segment of new bike owners, accounting for about 25 percent of sales. Add a fresh new riding season and the naturally amorous thoughts of springtime, and motorcycling turns irrepressibly seductive.
For couples, the ride represents a special partnership, a bond that often brings them closer in ways nothing else can. It’s facing death and sharing adventure together, finding fun places, prevailing over the elements, exploring the wide-open road, and sharing something that goes far above and beyond quiet little dinners and watching DVDs.
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“Give a couple a bike and it becomes a power threesome,” said Nita, 36. “I don’t think it’s any secret they’re phallic. Really, why do you think I ride? The sun, the wind on my bare shoulders, the adrenalin rush, and that rhythmic engine vibration—I don’t know how else to say it—it gets me off. Yes, it’s true, on some bikes, Harleys mostly, I literally have an orgasm. The whole machine is like one big power penis. I love it.”
Motorcycles can do more than fire up spirited lust; they have inspired new romance and helped partners reconnect, allowing struggling couples to scrub off petty differences, uncovering what they love and respect in each other. Biking can even save your marriage.
Sandy, 47, said since taking up the sport only a year ago, she not only gets a lot more attention, which led to a dating surge, which led to several spontaneous marriage proposals. “Funny things happen when you’re not looking. Suddenly, I was more popular than ever. It was a very pleasant surprise, and I’m just rolling with it, having a blast.”
According to Phoenix-based psychotherapist Felice Goff, “Motorcyclists have their own subculture, including language, history, traditions, social behavior, and skills. Once you regularly ride a motorcycle, you are immediately part of a subgroup. If you join a motorcycle club, you have an immediate sense of belonging. It is easier to make new friends and interact socially.
Bringing a date on the bike needs, “trust, communication, and cooperation,” said Goff, “While riding together, touching might be more sensual.” But when does sensuality turn to sex?
“What could be more exciting and sensual than the freedom of the road,” said Goff, “An outdoor environment or travel to unexplored places? Roles are more fluid while traveling than at home and a couple can be who they want to be. Nature will take its course.”
Maybe this won’t fit on a T-shirt, but the message is simple: Getting your big bagger on down the road, doing something a little dangerous while making your spousal equivalent feel safe, can lead to days of adventure and nights to remember forever. Broaden your boldness, my friend.