An American yogini was the first person in our country to buy the new Vectrix electric motorcycle. In an article published in May 2008 Yoga Journal magazine, this yogini wanted to show her concern for the environment while needing a reliable vehicle to commute to Kripalu Center for Yoga and Health, located near Lennox, MA. It hits speeds high enough to enter the freeway, and you can charge it over night. Hailed for low maintenance, speed, and style, this truly green machine has caught my eye.
For more information on this completely electric, low maintenance motorcycle that has me drooling and wishing to exchange my BMW F650 for one of these, check out this link:
http://vectrix.com/corporate/US/news.php
Today being May 1st, I took my motorcycle out for its first official Spring 2008 ride. For reasons too long to list here, I hadn't taken the bike out for some time. You know it has been too long when you're unsure you know how to ride anymore. But every time I get on my bike -- unless there is a downpour like the kind you have in Taiwan during a monsoon -- it's like falling in love. The sun is shining, I can feel the wind on my body, and hear my hair fluttering behind me. All the riders are giving each other the thumbs up sign, and I feel like I'm part of the world again instead of working out of my home. Today's ride stayed local -- I didn't feel like burning up a lot of gas to go up to Edmonds on the waterfront. So it was Alki Beach, watching people walk their dogs, and a young couple get ready in gown and tux for their big wedding day. I meditated for 10 minutes on a park bench by the water, and watched a huge military ship go by. I thought to myself, "This is why I have a motorcycle. I'm never going to sell it. I'm only going to upgrade."
Again, it had been far too long since I had taken my bike out for a joy ride. As I approached my bike to ride home, I noticed a couple of people looking at my bike as they walked by. Maybe they were checking out a couple of my bike's war wounds: a broken tail light wrapped in a little electric tape. Or maybe they were looking at the little bell tied onto the back, for good luck. To my embarassment, it was neither. I had left my motorcycle key in the lock located near the rear of the bike, used to pop up the seat to put an item or two inside. In the space of 15 minutes, anyone who knew what they were doing could have rode off with my bike.
But this is West Seattle, it's sunny, everyone is still walking their dogs, and the theft that could have happened didn't. It's the way things should be. Like the movie, "Grand Canyon", one of the characters explains it: he should be able to help this man, and the thugs should drive away and leave him alone.
Maybe all of this is some indication that I'm ready to move up to a Vectrix, and let someone else enjoy the bike that ushered me into so much freedom back in 2001, along with yoga and bellydance. Good things come in threes.
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