I’m pretty sure that I’ll be using Jenkins’ perspective to examine my website because it regards motorcycling which is predominantly a male dominate lifestyle. The raw power, the camaraderie, the rush, and the “addiction” that you get is almost completely exclusive to males. While there are females out there that are crossing that gender border, it’s only happening within the past year or so and they represent less than 1% of the motorcyclist culture. Motorcycling lends itself towards males needs of exploration and conquering new territory, the thrill of new things whether they be sights, sounds, physical sensations, and even emotions. I’ve been sky diving, bungee jumping, I’ve blown stuff up with explosives, I’ve shot animals, and nothing will ever compare to the feeling of tearing around a corner at full lean, knee dragging on the pavement, literally inches away from what you know is your demise, only to rise up away from it, crank your throttle hand down and take off like Satan himself is on your ass. The same exuberant feeling that boys get after conquering an imaginary foe from the fort the constructed out of logs in the woods, or a little shack they built in the middle of nowhere. They return home with mud and sometimes blood on their skin and clothes with a complete disregard for the pain or discomfort they might be enduring for the simple fact that they know they accomplished what they set out to do upon the concoction their idea. They fought tooth and nail in an imaginary sense just like today’s modern gladiators do on the race track. Every ounce of their soul can be consumed by the task at hand, willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to reach their goal. The developmental patterns of motorcycling and the childhood boy culture are completely intertwined in just about every aspect. It’s almost like leading a life of a motorcyclist is to never grow old. You constantly encounter scenarios that you would as a child but in different garb.
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