Since getting back into riding, and associating with more people who also ride, I've found myself asking this question more and more... What exactly is the definition of the real biker?
Some will say it's anyone who has the drive and desire to ride, and loves the feeling of the open road. Others will disagree, claiming that you have to ride for a cause, own a certain brand of bike, dress a certain way, etc.
I've met both, and quite frankly, the ones who consider themselves the "real", "hardcore" bikers are most the time the biggest poseurs on the planet.
Allow me to embellish a bit...
This past weekend, I decided to attend one of many "ride for a cause" rides, only because I felt a little bit of a connection to the cause involved, and thought I should do my part to at least make an appearance and donate a little money. In retrospect, that's where it should have ended for me. On the poster that caught my attention in the first place, it stated "100 mile ride"... Okay, I'm cool with that. I love to ride, and riding with a group of people who (I thought) shared a common interest would be even better. I couldn't have been more wrong...
When I arrived roughly an hour before the ride was scheduled to depart, I saw a parking lot half filled with various bikes of all generations and models, but all save for one sport bike were Harleys. That's fine, since I also ride a H-D, and like it. But, I ride a Sportster... Apparently, that was my first mistake. I didn't have a Big Twin with open drag pipes like the majority of the others, so I became a little bit of an outcast. Unbeknownst to them, my nicely massaged XL1200 could have easily spanked any one of their loud obnoxious "geezer 'glides" in the quarter mile, but that's not my point... My second apparent mistake was wearing a helmet. Out of all the (60+) bikes that were there when I arrived and probably half again that many that arrived after me, I was the only person there except for one other guy on a really nice V-Rod that wore a helmet. I've seen too many bikers lives end prematurely that could have been changed if they'd simply strapped a $100 piece of plastic on their melons before they hopped on their bike, so I never ride without one. But I digress... In the interest of being a "real" biker...
On to the rest of the morning...
The ride was to leave at noon, and like I mentioned, I arrived an hour early only to witness the better majority of the other attendees drinking their bloody marys and beer chasers, some to the point of obvious intoxication before they even threw a leg over their bikes! Red flag #1 for this guy. I will not ever, EVER, ride with even a trace of alcohol in my system. 100% sobriety or I do not ride.
As for "biker brotherhood"... What a joke. There was no camaraderie amongst fellow bikers, at least at this event. The cliques were worse than what I dealt with in high school! It was like if you didn't know anyone, you weren't going to meet anyone. The only person I actually got an opportunity to converse with was the guy with the V-Rod, who seemed quite friendly, and without me even mentioning it, also expressed his lack of enthusiasm for this particular ride. He planned on cutting out early to go get some stuff done around the house.
The ride...
Like I mentioned, it was advertised as being a 100 mile ride. If only that were the case. What it really was, was a total of 100 miles, give or take, stopping at a bar every 5-10 miles of said ride. What??!? I wanted to ride, not plant my ass on a barstool for an hour after riding 10 minutes! The ride was a "poker run", which I've concluded is a euphemism for 2-wheeled bar-hopping with the potential for a prize at the end of it all. Definitely not my cup of tea.
So, I cut out early to go and take a nice scenic ride through the country on some back roads, and actually enjoy the rest of my afternoon.
Which brings me to my original question: Who exactly are the "real" bikers?
If you ask "them", they are. They're the ones that call someone like me a "poseur", "weekend warrior", or even more ignorantly, "credit card biker". Why? Because I have a nice clean (paid for) Sportster, instead of a big touring bike? Because I don't have tattoos or piercings? Because I'm not a war hero (and I use the term "hero" VERY loosely) waving a flag on the back of my bike?
The way I see it, THEY'RE the wannabes...
I bought my bike because I like to ride. And ride I do. As I'm writing this, I've already got over 5000 miles on this season, and in WI, our season is roughly May thru September. Sure, you could ride more, but I like to be comfortable, not dressed in 10 layers of Gore Tex just to keep my core temperature above freezing.
The ones that give me crap about being a "weekend warrior" are just that... Total wannabes. The ones that put on their pirate costumes and ride from tavern to tavern, with open drag pipes making everyone in earshot aware of their arrival. Worse yet, the local M.C.s... Herd mentality of lawlessness. Yippee. Again, more about image than mileage. I've probably ridden more in one week than any 10 members of their club combined!
So in conclusion, that was my first and last experience with going on a group ride/poker run. In a nutshell, it was like being in the high school smoking section except with motorcycles and alcohol.
I bought my bike to ride, and ride I will. The "real" bikers can think what they want, but the way I see it, if they want to call someone a wannabe, they should be pointing their fingers at themselves, and let the actual bikers who ride like they mean it lead the way. I'm sure there will be enough taverns along the way to stop by and hoist a few.
Ride free, ride hard!
Regards,
Your disgusted 5000+ mile "wannabe", "poseur", "weekend warrior", "credit card biker", "outcast" Sportster rider.