Leaving California

Leonidas and I decided to spontaneously ride the old route 66 which starts in California and goes all the way up Illinois. Only a few days ago we met in a roadside bikers bar just outside of San Bernadino, both of us started having a little chat, just at random over some beers about having our own reasons to ride to wherever-the-fuck, there was no plan, nothing, all I wanted was to see the United States that wasn't the cultural export that I saw on the telly.

Nomadic lifestyle is more and more attractive, especially in this economic climate, keeping a job and buying a house like the rest of the green cards was just off the books for me. And I thought it would be a fun idea to take a minimalist stance here and to not have anything really tying me down, luckily after a bit of time in the United States , I have seen some pretty decent roads to travel far and wide, reminds me of Australia a lot in some ways, so I guess the aspiration was there jumping at me.

I don't know about Leonidas yet, didn't really ask what his situation was, I suppose he might open up a bit later on, he isn't such a huge talker but we seemed comfortable with each other more or less. I suppose what intrigued me the most was the fact that he is racing around on such a large Japanese Sports Bike, the Kawasaki ZZR1400, not something you would commonly see in a Boomer, leather chaps wearing, Harley Davidson dominating sort of place.

A Lion man such as him, the aesthetic of his bike does suit him though, and it's what set him apart from the rest. His leathers were even unique having golden trims, usually something Lions like is a bit of flare, so good on him for embracing it... and here I am being the typical bovine with black Leather all over. Even my friggin helmet had a leather texture on it.

After selling up all my stuff back in Australia, I was able to save money and finance a decent motorbike for my travels while I remain in the United States, the Indian Dark Horse Chief Bobber, I have always had my eye on Indian motorcycles back home, and it looked similar to the bike I once had while I was still on a restricted licence; and I am not much of a fan of the Harley Davidson. But Cruiser style bikes have always suited me better, so when I saw it, I took it.

Having a motorbike has always been freeing though, especially in this country. It's not a surprise that there are many people out there who have just decided to go off grid, it was the American spirit of that, which I find quite charming.

So yeah...

Leonidas I think has family or friends on the way up the historical route, I am not quite sure, maybe Kansas or Missouri, probably split ways up there as I continue to ride all the way to Chicago. But it's going to be a while until we reach it, a good week probably given that riding these things long distance is quite fatiguing, (especially on my arms, shoulders, my tail and my skull where my horns protruded, they all ache after a long ride.) So we may as well enjoy each other's company.

Anyway, We stayed in a motel in Needles, just on the border of Cali and Arizona, Nevada also meets there too, so the tri-state border is quite cool. Given the conversation we talked about fuel efficiency on the comms on the ride up through the Californian leg and reaching Needles earlier than expected, we decided to just spend the rest of the day after the long ride to test the aerodynamics of the bikes and how they would change without our travel packs. Always been tied down with a bit of air resistance.

So we took off the saddle bags and luggage we had, locked it in the Motel room and went for a free ride for the rest of the afternoon before nightfall. It was quite a different ride, I gotta say. Leonidas certainly pushed a lot of power out of his bike, despite my Indian having a slightly larger engine, there's a reason why they call those bikes, sports bikes. It was quite fun seeing him race off ahead of me at over 100mph, with his mane flowing underneath his helmet and his tail slightly angled up behind him, seeing the wind flow against the tip while I putter along. It was fun all around and was a good day.

Just wrote all this in the motel room while eating some Enchiladas I got from one of the local takeaways, my leathers are hung up and turned inside out, I sweat through them despite the amount of wind, brushing out my fur molting on the inside, such is life in our world where we drop so much fur. I hope they don't get too stinky in a week or so.

We will push on tomorrow to Flagstaff, I have stayed there over 20 years ago with my family when I was a just a young calf so it would be interesting to see how much has changed, I can only really bare about 200-250 miles before my beef rumps started to get sore, but yeah, going to have to go to bed soon and get up bright and early.

With love,

Wayde Mac

I just want to thank  dragoknight26 for organizing this commission of us together on motorbikes, It was a good idea and very happy to be thought about by others to have commissions together. I want to explore biker life a bit further as it reflects on my new joy for biking ever since I embraced the furry fandom.

 torrosketch has done an amazing job with this piece, the detailing on everything is something to behold. I can't stress it enough that if you enjoy leather, latex and boots, book him in for a commission! Thanks again Torro! I love you man.

^{And to everyone out there who like the bikers, always wear a helmet when you ride a motorbike, I can't stress this enough in my advocacy for safe riding, I do hope that when you commission your biker furs; that you put them in helmets of some kind.}