
In Praise of Delusional Motorcyclists
From the Cambridge Dictionary:
- Delusional: believing things that are not true.
They also add: *Delusional thinking is common in schizophrenia.
In other words, being delusional is accepting a reality that is completely different from most people's experience, and typically contrary to a consensus of what is "true."
By this logic, Einstein, Newton, Hypatia, Galileo, Da Vinci, and countless others could also be called delusional, dare I say schizophrenic. And in fact, they were, in their times, given the reality most accepted as True. While this is completely unrelated to motorcycling, it is the starting point of today's discussion.
Because the imaginary space of possibility is not something that is inherently negative. I believe it's an avenue to manifest a reality we long for, despite the odds. When we start off riding, we have so many deluded expectations about what the sport will provide. Joy, clarity, freedom, connection, thrill, etc.
Somewhere down the line, we might forget about these aims and just practice riding as muscle memory, as functional transport, and, in doing so, lose sight of the very illusion that pulled us toward it in the first place.
I call it an illusion because it begins as an image before it becomes a fact. Before the trip, there's this imagined version of it. Before the rider, there's this fantasy of the kind of rider we want to become. And this might be much more important than we tend to admit.
Delusional thinking can be productive. When we hold onto a vision of something that does not yet exist in our lives, it can still feel deeply meaningful to us. It's a certain kind of freedom. The fact that this vision is ahead of us, and not yet confirmed by reality, is precisely what gives it force.
There is often a distance between what is real and what is imagined, but that distance can be narrowed through perseverance. We keep riding. We keep acting as though the reality we long for deserves a place in our lives. And over time, that inner image starts to impress itself upon the outer world.
I think this is especially true in motorcycling, where so much begins as a projection of meaning. We picture the trip before it happens. We picture the connection before it exists. We picture ourselves as more capable, more fulfilled, more alive than we currently feel. Sometimes that image is exaggerated and naive. But if it's meaningful, it can still guide us. It can still move us.
I think simple perseverance is enough to make that imagined world feel real. You follow through on the ride. You meet the people who belong to that version of your life, and you create the exact kind of bond or experience that once existed only in your head.
And it boggles my mind that this can actually happen! A meaningful dream can outgrow its original "unreality" and begin to shape the life around it. It enters the world through effort and repetition. Through faithfulness to something you cannot fully justify yet.
So, all this to say that there's value in keeping certain delusions alive, especially the ones that give us direction. If a dream gives your riding a sense of purpose, then perhaps it deserves some attention, instead of being disregarded as pure folly. Perhaps our quest is to protect this internal flame long enough for reality to catch up with it.
And when it does, even partially, the gap between the imagined and the real feels smaller. More human. Maybe that's one of the miracles of our time in this world: the ability to take something that only existed in the mind and give it shape.
In a way, to forge Truth itself.
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This goes out to all the deluded minds that made our lives and knowledge of the world more complete, comprehensible, and meaningful.
Without them, what are we, really?