When I first started riding, I naively assumed it’d just be me, the bike, and the road to consider. But soon after I dared to move out of the industrial estates and onto the open road I realised that there was this whole biking culture that I’d unwittingly bought into. The first sign was the non-verbal language going on between riders. Now and then I’d see a fellow rider wave his left hand at me. Was I going too fast? Was there something wrong with my bike? To be honest it freaked me out a little.
Then I’d see the hand signals when there were cops around. Suddenly it was clear; they were signaling me to slow down. I began doing it myself and I’d get a satisfying nod of appreciation back from other riders. At that point I went from being a lone motorcyclists to a member of a big group who were looking out for each other, and that was a cool feeling.
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