Lone wolves do not ride in a group; by nature, they avoid groups. Lone wolves ride alone, solo, in the spaces between other cars, trucks, and bikes.
We ride as fast or slow as our natures dictate. As my friend Scotty the Scooter Tramp says, we ride at the speed of pleasure. This is the speed at which we are most comfortable, where we can enjoy the ride the most. It is not determined by leaders of clubs, by road captains, or by the law.
We can weave in our lanes, speed up or slow down as we see fit.
As we see fit – perhaps that’s the key to lone wolf riding. We ride where we want, when we want, and how we want. Our destinations are by our whim, our schedules by our own clocks and no one else’s.
Of course, we pay for this freedom. We don’t have club groupies by our fires. We don’t share the camaraderie of a club, or have the support of one. We might meet perchance and share a camp or two, maybe a few miles along the road, but each is free to ride on as they please whenever they please.
It can make for a lonely life. For many, there is safety in numbers. For us, there is freedom in one number…one. Nothing beats the wind in your hair, the open road before you, and nothing to determine where and when it will lead except free choice and chance. It is worth every ‘lonely’ camp.
Of course, if your bike breaks down, you are alone. If trouble comes, you face it alone. Storms and disasters – alone. Yet maybe that is how we want it; if we didn’t maybe we’d belong to a club or federation or association, and have riding brothers to share our troubles and joys. But that comes at a price, a price few lone wolves are willing to pay.
There is no protocol for how a lone wolf rides, no diagrams or charts put out by the MSF (Motorcycle Safety Foundation). There are no You Tube videos telling how to ride as a lone wolf, for each individual (and him or her alone) determines those rules. It is true freedom; freedom to make a choice and live with its consequences.
Free will. Free choice. What could be better?
Tales of a Lone Wolf 