There has always been a connection between smoking and bikers. I can’t put my finger on why, but it’s something that still persists today. It particularly came to mind last year when my bike club londonbikers.com, went over to France and we had to stop every 1/2 hour to facilitate various smoking habits.
This was when I really started smoking cigars again, naughty I know, but in Central London there’s nothing better than finding a nice secluded spot, leaning on the bike and enjoying 1/2 hour of bliss as you let the city and it’s traffic pass you by. It’s the easiest way of achieving enlightenment I’ve discovered so far.
Then last night I was reminded again of this strange connection, looking at the Camel advert above a pool table, the biker surrounded by nothing but fields and obviously a ‘free spirit’ – and that’s it I think. Biking has always been something of a statement. I’m on my own, I don’t need anyone else, and if I want a cigarette then damn it I am. It’s an escape, something that only you can enjoy.
Unless you’re in a club of course and then everyone can enjoy your fag.
