Readers and friends are aware that I enjoy watching skilled motorcycle riders — motorcops — compete in what is commonly called a “police rodeo.” I have had the pleasure of watching many of these competitions and serving as a judge for the past two years at one of the largest such competitions held on the U.S. East Coast. So naturally, a friend asked, “are you going to attend the motorcycle skills competition on the 23rd in Wayne, New Jersey?”
Answer — no. Wayne, New Jersey, is at least 230 miles and a minimum of five hours north of where I live by high-speed, wild-ass-driving interstate highway with expensive tolls. Or if I wanted to use non-toll “back roads,” the ride would be longer and take much more time.
Ah, time, that precious commodity — so many demands for it, so little of it to meet the demands.
Sure, if I were not working, single, and didn’t have this pesky chronic health condition that restricts me from riding more than 100 miles without having to stop, take a break, stretch, eat, pee and poop — I might consider it.
Logistically, though, riding to New Jersey to watch cops compete is not something I want to do. It’s not a day trip for me. I would have to ride all day the day before, stay in a hotel (another expense), watch the competition, stay overnight again in a hotel, then ride all.day.home. Nope…. Plus, while my Harley is in good mechanical shape, I wouldn’t want to ride that far alone.
I don’t chase cops. Sure, I enjoy watching them ride, but once a year in the local competition is sufficient. I ride with cops regularly anyway (though not booted in uniform). Being with or around cops is no big deal. They pull their boots on one foot at a time, like I do. Plus, like anyone, they prefer to socialize when not competing with each other, not with some random boot aficionado.
Instead of riding all the way to New Jersey, I would prefer to spend my precious time with my beloved partner, loving family, delightful senior pals, and accomplishing tasks on the never-ending “to-do” list at home. Perhaps work a ride in as I go about my daily business, too. It’s all good. I’m happy with my love (my partner), and those with whom I share love (family and friends), and that’s about it.
Life is short: know your limits.