by Esaiah Udhayakumar
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October 11, 2006

Zen and the art of loving your Motor bike

January 10, 2007 01:49 AM EST
views: 49 | comments: 17
 

It was raining

I parked my bike

And took shelter under

 

The rain was pouring heavily

And my bike was shivering with cold

Finally I came out of my shelter

To partake in his sorrow
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Comments: 17

Esaiah Udhayakumar Jan 10, 2007, 1:52am EST
This feeling I always had in real life, my bike always has been a good friend, suggesting which way to go and so on.
Lalitha B. Jan 10, 2007, 2:30am EST
This is not an uncommon feeling. I used to feel that my car would not allow anyone who meant me ill to be seated in it.
Shauna Russ Jan 10, 2007, 3:45am EST
What about naming your vehicles? I can hide behind the excuse that it makes it easier for my service dogs, "Take Mom to Odessa (our Honda Odessey)," but I've been naming them most of my life - ha ha! I had to see this artilce since I used to be known as the "Jesus lovin' motorcycle granny." Now, I guess my biking days are done unless I can afford a side car for the pooch and a bike that's light enough for me to hold up now! We do form interesting relationships with our transportation - is it because it's so important to us here in the US of A? Many times our vehicles become status symbols for us - in the past, mine were.
tuwanda t. Jan 10, 2007, 4:29am EST
Esaiah I like that!
Johnny Gregory Jan 10, 2007, 7:38am EST
Many people feel a close relationship with their vehicles. Some treat them like gods.
Ron (in complete sheeple overload) W. Jan 10, 2007, 8:01am EST
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is the title of a very good book about the journey of life, on a trip a guy takes with his son. You should check it out, if you haven't already.
Ana M. Jan 10, 2007, 9:42am EST
I also feel connected to my car. Everyday, I feel like it is a part of my life. You are right Esaiah.
Larry P. Jan 10, 2007, 10:25am EST
I named my motorcycle, Hunter. It was because a year ago I had the proud pleasure of hitting a deer a mile from my house.
Rainy Dayz Jan 10, 2007, 10:44pm EST
Very well done, it's not a wonder that we may seem attached to things like this. As many of us spend a lot of personal time alone in our vehicles. They get us to were we need to go, and take us away from places we need not to be. They keep us moving forward on that road.... weather that road is real or symbolic....
Rosa See Ya Jan 11, 2007, 12:47am EST
I don't have a motor bike, or a car for that matter. Maybe I can substitute the motor bike with bird, since I love them so:

It was raining

I watched my bird

As I took shelter



The rain was pouring heavily

And my bird was shivering with cold

Finally I came out of my shelter

To partake in his sorrow

Yes, that works for me.
Visionaerie B. Jan 11, 2007, 12:53am EST
Interesting variation and philosophy! Yes, a vehicle definitely has its own personality and becomes part of you. It's a feeling like no other, when you first ride or drive it. I felt that way when I bought my Honda motorcycle, and also when I first drove my Geo Storm. It just hits you the right way. I don't think I'm quite to the point where it is actually steering my direction, but a bike or cycle might be closer to that. I think I once thought of my moped that way, riding across the countryside to avoid approaching rain clouds while singing The Buggles "waiting for the rainbow warrior"! Guess that was my Zen moment...
:>))
Esaiah Udhayakumar Jan 12, 2007, 1:01am EST
Thank you Rosa for replacing a bird for a bike, thank you all for understanding the spirit and sharing your own sentiments!
Barin M. Jan 12, 2007, 5:46am EST
I look this poem as a sudden spread vastness of individual limitation in a perticular situation; which is creating a genuine friendship between the bike and the bike rider! It is really interesting!
Esaiah Udhayakumar Jan 13, 2007, 2:31am EST
Thank you all for sharing your views!
Minnette McPaul Jan 13, 2007, 7:46pm EST
A lovely piece. Your empathy towards something that did not have the same comfort as you, so you returned to the cold to stand by its side. Something that we often forget to do for those things/creatures/people we love. Nicely written.

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