Cars make me introspective. And blue. I feel trapped, strapped in, caged. Like the rat controlling the chef in Ratatouille from inside his toque, and manipulating his movements by pulling on his hair. It seems like I am driving the vehicle, but I am only controlling it to a second degree.
Why don’t I feel the same on a motorcycle? I feel freeer, more joyful, and more in control on two wheels. Is there any scientific explanation for this? Or am I imagining things because of the love I’ve developed for riding on two wheels? Probably the latter.
But that doesn’t stop what I feel inside when I’m in the car compared to when I am on a bike. I can only hope it is temporary and that I’ll get my mojo back in a car soon. I used to love it at one time. I don’t know what changed.
