Letting Go

Daily Prompt: Cling

Letting go. It’s not what most people think of when confronted with the word “cling;” but, in the realm of motorcycles, “cling” and “letting go” are synergistic. The former causes the other and without the latter, you can’t do the former. Some people cling to family or religion when life becomes too difficult to handle. That doesn’t work for me. Instead, I cling to my motorcycle. With every fiber of my being, I grip my motorcycle as I carve through the countryside; hugging the gas tank with my chest, tucking my heels above the swingarms, and gripping the handlebars like a vice. I don’t do this to avoid accidentally letting go, I do this to let go. I cling to my bike because I need to. Without it I’m stuck sifting through the increasing complexities and resulting stress of twenty-first-century reality; bills, work, and an increasing infringement of my personhood through social media and technology weigh me down until there’s nothing left to hold on to.

When I’ve got nothing left to hold onto, I don’t. I just let go and cling to my motorcycle. The moment that I can no longer handle society’s misplaced value on Twitter followers or Facebook likes is the moment I cling the hardest. By doing so I let it all go. My falsely-determined societal value has no bearing on exit points or lean angles. It simply doesn’t matter. All that matters is how hard I cling to my bike and how badly I want to let go.

1 Comment

  1. The bike will surly never run out of gas.

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