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Don't ride a motorcycle just to look cool

One of my goals for 2012 was to learn how to ride a motorcycle.  A good buddy (and an experienced biker) emailed me some good advice.

Anon: It's a ton of fun, but it definitely requires a certain personality.  Just remember, there are two kinds of riders: those who've fallen, and those who will.

JLD: What type of personality does it require?

Anon: First, you have to really love riding a motorcycle.  You can't do it because of a perception that doing it is cool, or makes you cool, or whatever.  I say this not because I think this is your motive, I have no idea what your motive is, but because I had a friend who I always thought rode for the wrong reasons.  He wound up dying in a motorcycle accident, leaving a wife and kid.

Second, you have to be the type who will have an accident, and just get up, brush your self off, and get back on the bike.  Obviously the first reason is really important.  I've known a lot of people who have one accident and never ride again.  All the guys I know who've been riding for decades have had at least some accidents, and just shrug and get back on.

So if you're inclined to think you're not the Second type, you can probably save yourself the suffering.  If you think you might be the Second type, then it's worth a try, which is, of course, the only way you'll find out if you're the First type.

And there's nothing wrong with trying a motorcycle because you think it looks cool, or whatever, and then discovering that you love it.  I know guys like that also, and they've been riding for decades.

Motive is really important, because like a lot of things, you can't be good at it if you don't love it.  And successful (safe) motorcycle riding requires a great deal of care and attention.  You're unlikely to give it the care that it demands if you're just riding because of what you think it will say to other people.  Which is the reason I thought my deceased friend was riding... He rode to impress his father who loved to ride, and to impress people who were saw him riding, IMHO.

In praise of hipster farmers

New York City is crawling with hipsters.  Particularly Brooklyn and the Lower East Side.  You can spot a hipster by his plaid shirts, ironic Civil War-era mustachio, ironic Pabst Blue Ribbon, ironic skinny jeans, ironic one-speed bikes, vintage anything, v-neck anything, ironic glasses, ironic everything.  For a fuller treatment, see Hipsters: The Dead End of Western Civilization.  Or for visual examples, check out Look at This F*&@ing Hipster (language and frightening images).

Over the past few years, there has been a growing trend for hipsters to work on farms.  This past weekend I picked up half a steer from Glynwood -- and I've never seen such fashion forward farmhands before.  (Fashion forward means everything is old and ironic, i.e., chosen precisely because it is not fashionable.  You can imagine Christmas dinner on the farm, when everyone would be wearing their ugliest Christmas sweaters.)  It was like I walked into the back room of an obscure Williamsburg bar.  As the NYT put it a couple years ago: "Their Carhartts are no longer ironic. Now they have real dirt on them."  Yes, but their Carhartts are still a size too tight, and are rolled up at the ankle to reveal that mainstay of farming footwear: the Converse All-Star.  No one is there to admire your fashion, hipster farmhand.  Except your biggest fan and critic: your own ironic conscience.

Over the past 5 years, spots working on a small or sustainable farms have become very hard to get.  It's the trendy thing to do.  And you know what?  Great.  I like to make fun of hipsters and ironically club them over the head with blunt objects (since I'm a modern caveman) -- but I'm glad to see them finding a sense of purpose.  Purpose is the antidote to irony and debilitating self-awareness.  And being entrepreneurial and building the alternative is a better way to create the future than standing on the sidelines and writing ironic poems lamenting commercialism and modernity.

So here's to you hipster farmhand.  And here's to the day when you show up for work not caring what you look like.

(If you have any pictures of hipster farmers, please send them in.)

   

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