I’ve had a problem for a long time now with people telling me I’m crazy. Luckily they don’t call me boring – that would just be abysmal. On the one hand I always take it as a compliment and smile, but on the other hand I don’t like the fact that they keep me at arm’s length. I’m not dangerous and I’m not going to bite them. It’s almost as if knowing me is dangerous enough that they might get hurt if I get too close. Maybe they’re boring, and have no idea how to handle passion? I doubt their actions are going to change, so let me at least offer an explanation to why I am this way. I, in fact, am not crazy!
Sports riders have a larger frame of reference for danger and speed. Or maybe their spectrum is moved towards the more dangerous side, because that’s what they’re drawn to and what they’re used to… Why do we ride fast? Because it’s fun. Why is it fun? Because it’s scary. Why is it scary, because it’s a challenge and we’re not exactly sure if we can make that turn at that speed without crashing. A test. A mettle test. But never, ever, is it about “having guts”, “Balls of steel”, or my personal favorite creation “Nuttus Indestructibales”. These are simply silly statements uttered by one rider to reflect his or her admiration and respect of another rider’s abilities. This has nothing to do with SQUIDDING. SQUIDs don’t last long in this game. They either get scared, injured or dead.
Definition of SQUID: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=SQUID
Having Nuttus Indestructibales irrespective of gender is a pure appreciation of the ability and talent displayed by a rider, much like being mesmerized by an ice skating pair at the Olympics, or a tango done proper. All successful racers will tell you that having guts might be more of a detriment than a benefit. Cool, thought out, practiced and researched maneuvers are their recommendations and they will often have fun one-liners to fall back on, like: “Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.” I believe with this attitude, it’s a fine line to walk between SQUIDDING it and being just stupid fast, on the street at least.
Although SQUIDS use these terms as well, they stole them from the dedicated riders. The racing greats who wheelie down the front straight because they’ve just won a race, who pull stoppies because they’re braking VERY hard and only need one wheel to go around a corner. The elites can do this because they are truly head and shoulders above the rest of us pilgrims. SQUIDS don’t know, and probably don’t even have the brain capacity to realize that they’re not impressing the right people. I am not a SQUID, although I do have my moments. All my riding buddies aren’t SQUIDS either. Call a SQUID crazy and keep him at arm’s length, because you might get hurt, yes. Have no fear of the rest of us though. We’re not trying to impress anybody. Well, not in the same way as they are. 😛
So you call us adrenaline junkies, speed freaks, or whatever, but really, it comes down to us being very fun people – people willing to hang it out for a good time.
Sure, we might be a bit reserved, or not. We might work boring jobs, or not. I’m not implying that you’re a boring person if you don’t ride, I’m trying to say that it’s our way of seizing the moment, as it might be somebody else’s way to Carpe Diem by going clubbing, or paint War-Hammer figurines. You don’t keep those people at arms length. We don’t bite either.Or maybe I just have an overconfidence in people. Maybe most people really just are boring. Maybe these boring people are scared of being excited about life, or don’t know how to be. Lately, I’ve acutely observed. I have found boring people, to be boring.
A boring person could possibly stare at something for 15 minutes before they realize they’re bored. Then they might struggle with the idea of being bored for another 15 minutes, and then probably just resign themselves to being bored for the rest of the day and just finding something to pass the time instead of being creative and finding something which isn’t boring….
It’s a choice really. If somebody chooses to be boring I have no compassion for them. If you can’t find something to be passionate about in the US, you’re just plain stupid and SOL. There are just too many opportunities here not to be passionate about something. Please keep in mind, I’m not condemning boring people. They’re not bad people, just boring. And I can’t handle boring people. OK, fine, maybe boring people can’t handle me either, but really, how many of the people I interact with on a daily basis can be boring? At least 50% of the people I work with are passionate about something. Why do most other people keep me an extra step away?
See, if a rider was near the person zoning off into space, the rider would have been gone 13 seconds into the staring, after a couple of incredulous double-takes of a person who could actually be that dull.
I don’t know why, other than to ascribe an addictive euphoria to the act, but riders just ride, all over the place, for no reason what so ever. It’s just that good. Riding is exhilarating, it’s freeing, and the ever increasing desire to achieve these feelings is what drives us. We ride because we’re chasing that passion. Passion is anything but boring. Is this world really so silly as to mis-label passion for insanity? So call me what you will, but please, don’t be afraid of me. I’m just a Teddie bear in a leather suit.