Just behind your garage door lies a secret biker’s world that’s more fun than you could ever believe.
When you open that door, it’s a bit like entering the Bat Cave.
Only no-one’s wearing a cape.
Pat’s garage is only metres from the house, but it’s a whole different world out there…
Pat’s Biker Bat Cave distils motorcycle culture into one room.
It’s hard to move without tripping over bike bits. Over in the corner is a pretty impressive collection of empty tequila bottles. The walls are covered with bike posters and hanging tools.
It even smells of bikes – there’s a whiff of oil, petrol and motorcycle grease in the air.
It’s a decorating approach that really wouldn’t fly in the house.
But different rules apply in the biker Bat Cave.
And that’s OK. I’m only visiting!
Why I Love Crashing the Biker’s World of the Garage
I used to think what went on in the garage had nothing do with me. Getting black grease under my nails, or nasty smelling chemicals on my skin was never appealing. It still isn’t, come to think of it.
And I’m not mechanical either.
I don’t really care how bikes work, or how the millions of little bitty metal parts fit together.
But lately, I’m loving my time out in the Biker Bat Cave, helping Pat work on his motorcycles. No-one’s more surprised than me, and I’ve been thinking about how the hell this might’ve happened.
I think I know. I love spending time in this secret biker’s world for 2 good reasons.
- Reason no. 1 – Pat
He’s awesome company. He’s hilarious. And he tells a killer story.
- Reason no. 2 – Bike maintenance is my problem, too
As I’m learning, bikes don’t magically maintain themselves. There’s a reason that they run smoothly when we’re out on the road – because they’ve been regularly checked and looked after.
It’s only fair that I help out with this side of things from time to time. I get all the benefits of riding, so I’m happy to put in some of the work! (Especially when it feels more like fun than work.)
Now, I’m aware that the Bat Cave’s not my natural territory. I’m not out there to tidy up, or make sure that Batman’s wearing clean underwear.
Sometimes Pat wants to be left alone to tinker on a bike. I have no problem with that.
But I do like to step into his secret biker’s world now and then.
Usually, I bring beer.
The little stereo will be playing Dylan, the Stones or maybe something a little more country. I might be in time to catch a tiny bolt before it disappears with a merry little ‘clink’ into the workings of the bike, never to be seen again.
I’ll pull up a milk crate to sit on (naturally I have my own cushion), pick up a clean piece of rag, and start polishing.
We chat and laugh and drink beer while we make the bikes safer and prettier.
I never dreamed an afternoon in the Biker Bat Cave could be so much fun.
Why not try it yourself? If your man doesn’t have armed guards on his garage door, go visit him. Don’t forget the beer.
He’ll be astounded to see you. And he just might be delighted, too.
There may well be room for two in your biker’s world as well.
Have you ever dared to open the garage door? What happened?