My Religion
By Michael Kay
A Religion is the only way to describe how the relationship between someone and a motorbike. From that moment where I had managed to get a motor-mower working again, after stripping it down and freeing the motor, in religious terms I had given my life to motor-bikes. A religion is described as a specific fundamental set of beliefs and practices generally agreed upon by a number of people, I joined this number of people once I received my license and my first motor cycle. I feel, now I, Michael Kay am now part of something and I believe in the cause of it.
In society, the image of a motorcyclist is normally someone physically strong because it is recognised that a motorcyclist has to be not only me physically strong but mentally strong also, it’s not for the weak. The reason being, motorcyclist are going to have their bad days. I’ve had a many but one of the most critical ones, when the doctor issued the words to my parents “….if he could live through the next few days.” This was after I had been hit by a car, had severe injuries to my important organs like my chest and lungs, this process had crushed my family. But strangely what seemed more important was that it crushed my motorcycling friends as they didn’t want me to become a statistic that brings bad press to their religion. But what pushes my belief, that motorcyclist are one of the few groups of people on the world that can be strong, is the fact that my parents suffered every time I had crashed or something wrong had happened to me and it astonishes me how they couldn’t prepare themselves for the next time and just understand that my “stupidity” will always be a way of living.
