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melissa holbrook<br />
PIERSON<br />
In 1545, Francis I of France sent down<br />
an order for dealing with the dissident<br />
Waldensians, who had joined the<br />
Protestants: Show no pity. Soldiers swept<br />
through Mérindol and Cabrieres in a storm<br />
of death, massacring hundreds, perhaps<br />
thousands, including one young man who<br />
may have been the first ever to be executed<br />
by firing squad for reasons of ideology. The<br />
Pope was well pleased.<br />
We are a helpless bunch, we humans,<br />
to avoid<br />
drawing<br />
lines<br />
around our<br />
orthodoxies<br />
(just ask<br />
Wikipedia,<br />
which<br />
responds with a modest 24,045 entries<br />
when asked to search on “Massacre of . .<br />
.”). Inside, outside; adhere to the prevailing<br />
faith or find a line of guns staring you in the<br />
face, the last sight you ever see.<br />
Motorcyclists have one religion, but<br />
increasingly many denominations. We are<br />
an inclusive lot, until we find ourselves<br />
mentally executing those who choose to<br />
ride under a different ensign. Or, at the<br />
least, secretly, smugly believing we have<br />
found the One True Way—ours.<br />
Funny, though: that’s just what all the<br />
others think too.<br />
In what I have come to refer to as my first<br />
life as a motorcyclist, I rode a Moto Guzzi.<br />
The choice was apparently arbitrary—<br />
blindfolded, spun around twice, I pinned<br />
the tail on the proper end of that donkey—<br />
but revealed itself in due time as the only<br />
possible church for the likes of me. We were<br />
a ragtag crowd that apparently professed<br />
religion in its original sense, which derives<br />
from the Latin religare, to “bind to.” The<br />
word may also be related to the root of rely,<br />
to “rally to, fall back<br />
on.” I for one felt bound<br />
together to my mates<br />
at rallies, when I often<br />
had to fall back on their<br />
superior knowledge<br />
of what to do with my<br />
bike when it decided<br />
not to run.<br />
It was strange, then, to find myself a<br />
member of a less ecumenical sect in my<br />
second, post-hiatus motorcycling life.<br />
My choice for reentry was a K75, and<br />
with it I was the recipient of the same<br />
boundless generosity I had come to accept<br />
as motorcycling’s peculiar state of grace:<br />
miracles performed on a daily basis.<br />
These folks too, like the Guzzisti, could<br />
laugh at themselves; humor is the only<br />
inoculation against sanctimony, one of the<br />
deadliest diseases known to man. “What’s<br />
the cheapest part on a BMW?” I was<br />
soberly asked. Let’s see. Now my engine<br />
had not two<br />
Motorcyclists have one<br />
religion, but increasingly<br />
many denominations.<br />
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but three<br />
cylinders,<br />
so that<br />
certainly<br />
wouldn’t<br />
be it, nor<br />
could<br />
the<br />
item be that strange thing—a fuel<br />
pump, I believe it was—that had<br />
done away with the carburetors I<br />
had proudly learned always to shut off<br />
(and occasionally forget to turn back<br />
on). “No, the rider!” Guffaws. I laughed<br />
too, sort of. Nonetheless, this sign of<br />
irreverence was a relief.<br />
Not so the monumental national rally<br />
I attended that year in Johnson City,<br />
Tennessee. The thousands upon thousands<br />
of roundel-bearing bikes, colorful and<br />
clean, had been apparently lined up using<br />
a theodolite. I noticed many people wore<br />
something pinned to the caps that also<br />
bore the Bavarian logo. You’re kidding:<br />
Name badges? With rank?<br />
That night there was something called an<br />
Ambassadors Dinner, something most of<br />
us couldn’t get into. I was beginning to<br />
realize that with BMW I had to learn not<br />
only what was going on with the working<br />
parts of a machine more complicated than<br />
I had previously known; I also needed to<br />
attend to hierarchy, in the way I had sought<br />
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to decipher who was allowed to stand<br />
where, based on stole, mitre, chasuble, in<br />
the cathedral of St. Patrick’s when I briefly<br />
pretended I was Catholic in order to sing in<br />
the choir. I didn’t last long there, either.<br />
The national club magazine<br />
arrives, a glossy affair<br />
filled with ads<br />
for products<br />
aimed at the<br />
adventurer<br />
with an itch<br />
to ride<br />
Mongolia<br />
with thousand-dollar aluminum<br />
hard bags. Each turn of the page<br />
causes a lowering of my spirits, as I<br />
realize I have neglected to count my<br />
miles toward the hope of a hundredthousand-mile<br />
award received amid<br />
much celebration for elevation to a yet<br />
more exclusive echelon. I feel chastened<br />
for not owning any branded outerwear. I<br />
don’t fit in.<br />
And then I realize my true heresy: I don’t<br />
want to fit in; I only feel at home with<br />
misfits, which does not describe my new<br />
friends, confident boosters of the marque.<br />
A marque whose Munich headquarters<br />
(every bit as glossy as that magazine,<br />
but also the thrilling stage for two of<br />
the most subversive YouTube minutes<br />
you’ll ever see, watching stunt champion<br />
Chris Pfeiffer thumb his nose at Teutonic<br />
propriety) decrees what paint its dealers<br />
may use in their showrooms of precisely<br />
regulated size. A marque whose chartered<br />
clubs have of late been ordered to get busy<br />
redesigning their logos to conform to<br />
brand identity guidelines.<br />
My allergy to organized religion—<br />
extremely well organized in BMW’s case,<br />
the Vatican for vehicles—starts acting<br />
up. I realize that the uprising of inner<br />
rebelliousness makes me something of an<br />
ungrateful cur, biting the hand that has<br />
fed me so well. There are diehard BMW<br />
believers who would answer my call for<br />
assistance any time of day or night; then<br />
there is the truth that I know happiness in<br />
every moment with my R1150R from the<br />
one in which I throw open the garage door<br />
to the one when<br />
I carefully back it<br />
in, unnumbered<br />
new miles on the<br />
clock. Suddenly<br />
I recall the<br />
scene from a<br />
movie that has<br />
haunted me from<br />
childhood.<br />
They had decided she was a witch. A<br />
heretic. Now a gleeful crowd of villagers<br />
heaps rock<br />
after rock on the<br />
board,<br />
under<br />
the slow<br />
weight<br />
of which<br />
her bones<br />
begin to<br />
crack,<br />
her cries<br />
gradually<br />
die to<br />
moans. Then<br />
silence.<br />
Not sure if burning at<br />
the stake might be better?<br />
I know a rider who waves at<br />
every motorcyclist who passes,<br />
without exception; in fact, he<br />
flashes the peace sign. If this<br />
doesn’t call forth a response,<br />
though, he simply lowers the index<br />
finger. Me, I take mental bets upon<br />
approach: Is this one going to<br />
wave in return? How about this<br />
one? There are categories,<br />
alas, with odds no better<br />
than 20 to one.<br />
Last week I was late<br />
again, running two boys<br />
in the car to day camp. I was<br />
already half a mile past the fellow in black,<br />
including leather vest, walking along<br />
the shoulder when I realized he was also<br />
carrying a beanie helmet, and a gas can. I<br />
couldn’t stop and turn around now or the<br />
boys would miss the bus that was about to<br />
leave on a field trip; besides, I reasoned, his<br />
bike had to be just beyond the next bend.<br />
That must be why he was walking, not<br />
standing, thumb out. The day promised<br />
to be a hot one, and even though his<br />
destination was close I felt a terrible pang;<br />
the air was more stifling by the minute.<br />
He had not asked for help, but as a fellow<br />
parishioner I was bound by vows to give it.<br />
Instead I imagined how it might have gone,<br />
after I pulled over and opened the door. I<br />
thought that I would tell him that I rode<br />
BMW. No, Guzzi. Wait. Which?<br />
When the speculative conversation had<br />
taken me two miles farther and still no<br />
bike, the question vanished. There was only<br />
true dismay and then, another half mile<br />
ahead, a black cruiser waiting patiently on<br />
its sidestand, as it had for far too long. Then<br />
I knew. I might have been a sinner, but I<br />
was not a heretic to the true religion. There<br />
would have been only one thing to say.<br />
“Hop in. I’m a rider too.”<br />
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