our first girls photo session

I will try to be as objective as I can, but I must admit, because I’m a man, it will be difficult for me to somehow bite this subject! For most of us they sit and do their nails, for others they are house wife’s, they shop, look after children and fight in the kitchens battlefield, perhaps we have learned to look at them this way, or maybe that’s what we expect of them. They say the times have changed, the civilization progressed , the world rushes, the women grew in strength, they are ruling the mans world! Are they really conquering the world?! Women are just as strong as they were 10, 50, 100 years ago! I think that we successfully defended the male world from them. Yes defended, and now we are loosing this fight effectively only because there is less and less real man in this world, perhaps because the new generation of men is not masculine !? So on behalf of men who can still call themselves a real man I’d like to introduce a few girls, or women I should say, that we had pleasure to meet and which boldly stormed into our male “motorcycle world” I will not introduce them one by one as I respect their privacy but I will try to explain how I see and understand them. We were able to invite to our photo shoot girls of all ages, from different parts of Poland but all living here in England, wanted to say the mothers, wives and mistresses, but not quite. Woman that despite their every day commitments share one passions which are motorcycles. Every spare time between work, books, children and shopping they spent on their rides and fly like we do. We could say they are crazy, but no! When we met them they turned out to loving girlfriends, wives, singles who have their own world -motorcycles, which gives them the greatest joy and freedom. When looking at them I tried to understand what really fascinates them in bikes, really they should be fascinated by us, guys, especially those with motorcycles, but I think they were able to find the true meaning of it all. They really feel it, love it and live by it more than we do. They began to create a new style, a new form of female motorcycle world. For them motorcycles they are like parenting and marriage all in one. Yes! It is true! They care about their machines as they would look after their children, each one of them has motherly heart for the bike and they even give them names! Clearly us-men got replaced by motorcycles and I think we have to come in terms with this fact – well unless you have a bike and balls big enough to race with your woman. I notice that most of you are afraid of such women, I do not know why, because running away from them, gives them understanding that they won in our man’s world. I do not want to set you against them, but I want you to understand that when they come home and leave their machines in the garage, they are still our fragile princesses, wishing for loving, caring and strong men, so let’s not forget this fact! Just as we do, they want to be free and independent and take the best out of this gray life. They also want to feel the wind in their hair, show off and feel sexy. Everything that we do not give to them on a daily basis! All of us guys must admit, he get turned on when we see a lass on her own bike. Sometimes we forget that they are women and when storming into our bikers world the are prompting us about this fact! Once they put their foot in the door of our mans world, they fight for respect and dignity, which is subconsciously taken away from them because we are scared. Gentlemen, let’s change it because we all have the right to have passion and to be happy. We should feel obliged to give them chance to enjoy this happiness with us! You may think I’m getting soft – no! I just watch the direction in which it all goes, and these girls make me want to be more masculine than I am right now in my mans world. Honestly I never never fully understand women, but I really try to learn about them. I continue to wonder why do they do it and why do they step into the male world. It will always be a mystery, a lesson for us to catch up on.


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follow your dreams

A few years ago I decided to go on my first long solo trip on a motorcycle. I did it spontaneously, without preparation, but I felt like I was in my element! If someone told me that I’m crazy going on a motorbike to Poland – they were right! It was crazy – very crazy! Until now it was my best automotive adventure, full of surprises, which began with a closed gas station in France, just past the Channel Tunnel. I had to push my bike 5 miles to the next petrol station, but it turned out that there were only an automatic machines! Apparently they were accepting Visa cards, but not British ones – only Maestro, so they could charge an additional € 2 per fuel purchase! I was stuck there in the middle of the night for some good two hours without a bloody soul around. Thanks to the Belgian, who stopped and let me use his ATM card or rather helped me to use currency exchanged, I was able to refuel my motorcycle! I was extremely happy and relieved that I could continue to ride! At the next station after refueling I sat down and had a coffee which helped me to get my strength back! At this point I was over the hump! I met a group from England with whom I traveled 350 miles safely. On the stretch of A38, 260 km before the Polish border drive chain snapped and stopped me for over 4 hours in full summer sun without water, food and without any hope for help, but with completely useless brake down cover for Europe! 1557627_1530343500576416_782476230244909864_nHardly anyone drove pass, but whoever did, stopped and tried to help. German police on motorcycles who just finished their shift, helped me to tow my bike to safety of the car park. He’ll came from two Polish drivers who selflessly gave me water, something to eat and the helped in repairing a motorcycle! I am very grateful to them for what they did !!!! Especially that I never in my life have replaced chain link with a hammer, pliers and a stone! And the mysterious German who stopped and offered a help on his way to work promised that if on his way back if I’m still at the side of the road, he will drive home to pick up his tools and help me fix my bike. Once me and two drivers did as much as we could to fix the bike it turned out that the mysterious German searched for me and found me at this parking lot! We managed to get to his garage about 6 miles away and he helped me to finish fixing and checking my motorcycle! I had a mental brake down, almost wanted to cry, after pushing the bike for 7 km I wondered if I should turn back and head to England! Even now when I thing back I wonder if it was worth it! Oh yeah it was! Because despite of every day struggles in my life I’m very lucky to meet great people who would help selflessly without having second thoughts about it! This experience – priceless! The beautiful sceneries in Europe and the smell of Polish summer compensated all troubles I have gone through. Life proved to me that the selfless help, you give others will come back to you with double strength !!!!!!!! That’s why every year I organises Race To Home, because every year is a fucking great adventure and a way of life for me !!!! I was criticised for many reasons, and you can laugh at this or not, but each one of us has our own fairy tale, and I am proud of mine !! It’s just a small piece of this whole adventure !!