I've never ridden a motorcycle around the World

and there's a good chance I won't

 I just read an article about Sadhguru. I've never heard of Sadhguru before, although I suppose if I had finished that documentary about gurus in North America he may have been part of the documentary's focus, but I grew bored with it. I suppose I am fascinated by "gurus" in a way one is fascinated by serial killers; with extreme beliefs they effortlessly subdue the gullible and unknowing population. I might only be a curious and attentive sideline observer, marveling at the qualities it takes to bend the minds of this said population to their will, but Sadhguru rides motorcycles. Well then, count me in. Sadhguru, I am listening. For whatever reason, I equate the freedom of motorcycles with a collective idea of prescribed enlightenment and what better follower I would be if you put a guru on a motorbike: I'm intrigued, however harmlessly of course, as organized thought (religious, or that of a practicing guru in this context) is not going to have me drinking the Kool-Aid anytime soon. But there it is, quietly licking it's chops, as I pick away at it for meaning. Yes, the meaning of life. Bring it on, Sadhguru! It was an article in Forbes, no less. A guru leaned against a resting BMW K 1600 GT, no small motorcycle by any token. Again, To me, upon first impressions the image presented a dichotomy; the opulence of a new BMW contrasted by a white bearded man in robes or "dhoti" as I so intrepidly googled, first, and secondly the idea that this man is a guru practitioner. How blatantly extravagant for a guru! Is this just another Billy Graham? 'Listen to me, and I will show you the way to enlightenment. Read my book, pay the subscription fee, donate and you will be free of the constraints of (your) society'; those are my words, as I am not a follower and nor will I subscribe as one, so my understanding and subsequent describing of a guru's philosophy is a shot in the dark.

 

 Skip ahead a few months. I was about to add a bloggy blurb about my recent assault on a long awaited dream to ride a dirt bike again. But like I said, that's a blog entry for another day.

 

 I feel the need to end my ramblings about SADHGURU! Looking at his website and there it is; an article titled "Man and Machine". Looking at the Article photo - an unassuming youthful man atop what might be a very common machine in a country full of people riding motorcycles, that is to say, what's so strange about that - I become cognoscente of how commonplace it is and why dwell on this transcended dude? 

 

 Why? Because when you access the webpage for the article, you see a guru - white beard, dhoti and all, on all types of motorcycles, spanning what appears to be a lifetime.

 

 So now we have come full circle: the value and transcendence of motorcycling. This man claims to have slept on his bikes instead of getting a hotel room. Do I believe him? I'd like to. So cheers to Sadhguru for reinforcing how a bike - just about any bike - can be good for the soul.