Fun article but, this guy is not a biker at heart.
But on a motorcycle, you sit right down on top of an engine with wheels, and the second you start moving, you realize that even our posted speed limits are still three to eight times faster than our species was ever meant to go. Our stupid eyeballs and ears and brains simply cannot reconcile our established rate of travel without all the buffers of a car around us, because our instincts understand that this should not be possible. But on a motorcycle, suddenly you comprehend the wrongness of speed. You feel every tiny bump in the road as you hurtle over them at a sacrilegious pace, the wind screaming in your ears, because that's what happens when you try to outrace the very air itself, objects flying by too quickly for your eyes to fully register.
It is precisely the intoxicating DESIRE to go fast, to be that IN the environment, IN the wind, that aware, that, to me, is at the heart of being a motorcycle person or not.
If there is ever a place to NOT be aware, it is in a car.
And I have yet to see a speed limit I thought was too high. Let alone multiples of too high.
In any event, not meaning to be a dick. It was a fun read but, that guy ain't a motorcycle person as I understand the term.