Wednesday, 3 December 2025


The Emotional Landscape of Buying and Selling Motorcycles

Buying and selling motorcycles is far more than a transactional process; it is an emotional journey shaped by anticipation, nostalgia, pride, and sometimes a quiet sense of loss. Motorcycles occupy a unique space in the lives of their owners—part machine, part companion—and the act of acquiring or parting with one often reveals personal stories, aspirations, and memories that stretch far beyond the metal itself.

The emotions begin long before the purchase. For many, the desire to buy a motorcycle takes root in curiosity or longing: the dream of freedom, the allure of a specific model, or the excitement of stepping into a new chapter of life. Researching bikes, comparing specs, watching reviews, and scrolling through listings create a sense of growing anticipation. This buildup is as emotional as it is practical. A rider imagines the feel of the bike beneath them, the sound of the engine, and the rides that await. When a prospective motorcycle is finally viewed in person, there is often a moment of quiet recognition—either it speaks to the rider, or it doesn’t. The heart plays as large a role as the mind.

The act of buying itself carries its own emotional weight. There is the thrill of the first test ride, that brief but powerful connection where rider and machine begin to understand each other. Closing the deal—handing over the money, receiving the keys—brings a mixture of triumph and responsibility. A new motorcycle is not just a purchase; it is a promise. It represents freedom, adventure, and the unspoken agreement that the rider will care for it, maintain it, and create memories with it. Rolling away for the first time, the rider often feels a surge of pride and possibility, wrapped in the hum of a new engine.

Selling a motorcycle, however, is a different emotional terrain. It often begins with ambivalence. Riders rarely part with a bike without reason: a change in life circumstances, a need for something different, or the simple reality that the motorcycle isn’t being used as it once was. Before listing it, many owners clean their bikes with unusual care, aware that they are preparing a companion for someone else. This act alone can stir memories—first rides, long trips, shared moments of exhilaration and challenge.

Meeting the buyer brings another layer of emotion. Sellers hope the new owner will appreciate the bike, treat it well, and understand its quirks and strengths. There is a subtle, almost parental impulse to ensure the motorcycle will continue to be loved. When the bike ultimately leaves—its engine fading into the distance—the seller may feel a pang of loss, as if a chapter has quietly closed.

Yet these emotions are not negative; they reflect how deeply motorcycles become woven into the fabric of a rider’s identity. Buying brings excitement and new possibilities; selling brings reflection and closure. Together, these experiences remind riders that motorcycles are more than machines—they are milestones, storytellers, and symbols of life lived in motion.

















Emptying out my father’s motorcycle workshop was a task I had dreaded long before the moment arrived. It wasn’t the physical work that unsettled me—the heavy lifting, the sorting, the endless sweeping of dust that had settled over decades. It was the quiet weight of memory, thick in the air like the lingering smell of oil and metal. His workshop had never simply been a place of tools and machines; it had been an extension of who he was, and the passion that shaped so much of his life. He's gone now, were we relieved? Yes, it was not a particularly great ending and a relief to us all that his time had come. His motorcycles are all gone, there was no emotion attached to them, so they went quite easily. I have no need for a couple of AJS's or an old Norton they just aren't me. They were him that's for sure.. Off to others that can see a value in owning them, and perhaps some more roads for them to ride, it would seem that their story is not over yet.


The new 1260S is certainly a tight wasted motorcycle.

Perhaps the best shot ever of the 916

















Deep South roadside food is the best.






























Two of the Lizards getting ready for next years Motofest. Looking forward to it that's for sure.



Many many moons ago, my 916SP, the first one down under, this was taken when running it in, so it was only a day old.
My old mate Paul, couldn't resist it, he had to take it for a ride.

You know how some people just make an impact on your life, well this man did for a lot of us growing up in Wainuiomata. Constable Vaughn. He was such a fair and reasonable person, that you knew he meant business. I watched him come into our local one night , take off his jacket and hat a stepped this guy out for beating his wife. Jack rolled up his sleeves and gave him a sound thrashing in the car park. He then came back inside, and had a beer and went on his way. His Mana was through the roof.

You can see the carpark in this photo, so many memories of this pub. We had a guy ride his Jawa into the bar and fill the bar with tyre and engine smoke. His punishment banned for three weeks. So he figured he was banned from riding his bike, so the next night he rode his horse through the bar. It was that type of pub. When you came out at night, the fish and chip shop was still open ( Jimmies and Greek of course)and the bottle store as well.  Grab a 1/2 dozen and go sit on the banks of the river, smoke a durry or two, and if you were luck cop a feel from a local girl. Times seemed so much easier then.












My other happy place. Turangi The Creel.











What a barn find.



 








My man cave that I built 16 years ago in Wellington. Miss this place that's for sure.
























Some of the tech images of the new Yamaha V4 MotoGP bike. It looks pretty amazing.





Note the McLaren sensors on the bike.










Ducatis new supermotard engine. Things are looking pretty bright that's for sure.





Harvey Mushman.





This is what we do, a quintessential motorcycling image.