We have always been suckers for whatever it might be over the next hill. Where the sun rises and sets are two places that we can only ever chase, but that’s not the point. The point is always to try.
Great people have one thing that is always in common. They push the sense of adventure. Some even come to personify and become the adventure. The spirit that encases these individuals has always been the centre and feature of every great story. An individual pushing a little further until something goes wrong. Its always the turning point, the dare to be great moment when giving up and going back seems the easiest way. But they always push on, break through their fear and come out stronger (or dead!) in the end.
I come from the blood of First Nations Cree people. These were among the first peoples in North America who took that limit a little further. It might have been as simple as following migrations of food or fertile soil, but either way they went for it and prospered.
When going over the next ridge into an unknown environment human nature is going to tell me that I will want to take as much with me as I can comfortably carry. This will be the difference between success and failure. There is a point when courage loses out to the ability to survive the elements and looming hunger and thirst.
Humans cannot carry much. It was only when we began to utilize animals and to exploit their potential that we were able to move great distance and also carry the required tools in order to survive in unknown places and environments.
Once we were happily living lives in cities and were no longer concerned with what was over the next hill, we found other things that could be addressed. We now found ourselves moving about these cities from one place (usually home) to work (likely in a factory) and as a result there was a great rush in the same direction. Time became valuable.
It makes sense that bicycles had a certain resemblance to horses. The rider forward, astride position seems like a natural position. But while bikes were certainly faster than walking, they still lacked a good amount of carrying capacity. Any major expedition and adventure was still done with horse or by sea.
When the motorcycle first made an appearance it was instantly a huge deal. Speed, simplicity, agility, and perhaps not known at the time, a cool factor that fit perfectly into the adventurous brain. It also gave movement to a whole class of people that embraced the culture and identified with the freedom that a motorcycle stood for.
With the improvement of technology and quality of motorcycles there began a change of what was defined as being a biker. Bikes no longer required lots of maintenance, parts, and an ever evolving crew of dedicated people to keep the machines running in good order. Biker clubs gave way to backyard enthusiasts. Among these enthusiasts certain types of individuals again looked over the horizons and challenged themselves and others around them to chase those sunsets and see where they could end up.