You know, I’ve thought long and hard, over many hours – 24 of them, in fact – and the quote above sums up the most rational reason for doing an Iron Butt Association Saddle Sore 1000 ride. For those who like things distilled down to their most concentrated form, the only real reason is, as George Mallory famously said, is “Because it’s there.”
Otherwise, undertaking a Saddle Sore 1000 is irrational, foolish, and without real merit – all of which makes it absolutely essential for a MOron, like myself.
Ever since I heard about Iron Butt rides, way back in my motorcyclist infancy, the idea of completing one has appealed to me on a basic level. Considering that it took me this long to actually do one is kind of shocking. After all, I’ve competed in three 24-hour races and volunteered for a fourth. I’ve ridden cross-country multiple times – sometimes with an arrival deadline which forced me to log long days in the saddle and other times with no schedule at all, allowing me to follow my impulses. I’ve ridden to the Arctic Ocean and back from Los Angeles, including the more than 800 miles of gravel roads – on a Harley-Davidson ElectraGlide Ultra. I’ve impulsively split off from a guided ride at the original Yamaha FZ1introduction because the Rock of Gibraltar was there in the distance – and I needed to be there, too.