{"id":416671,"date":"2026-11-09T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-11-09T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.motorprosa.com\/?p=416671"},"modified":"2026-11-09T14:34:17","modified_gmt":"2026-11-09T13:34:17","slug":"the-strange-fear-of-the-charging-cable","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.motorprosa.com\/en\/the-strange-fear-of-the-charging-cable\/","title":{"rendered":"The Strange Fear of the Charging Cable"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Motorcyclists, especially the \u201creal\u201d ones, are peculiar people. They go out of their way to take detours and ride roads that lead nowhere. They put up with inconveniences they would criticise in any other vehicle. They meet at places they would never have visited without a motorcycle. They cherish rituals outsiders can barely understand, and love motorcycles that make noise and vibrate. And, of course, they don’t ride electric.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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  1. Friends,\u00a0they're just machines!<\/a>
  2. Do you know\u00a0your riding profile?<\/a>
  3. What are you\u00a0afraid of?<\/a>
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    For them, noise is music and vibrations are considered character. When things get really shaky, they believe they can feel the soul of their motorcycle. Petrol is perfume for heroes, and engine oil the lubricant for life’s little bumps and jolts. And few things are as satisfying as working on their own machine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I’ve been riding motorcycles for more than 35 years. Yet noise and exhaust notes have rarely mattered much to me. When carving through twisty country roads, I always wanted to lean hard, but never to be loud \u2013 mainly so the Carabinieri wouldn’t hear me coming from miles away. The fact that I nevertheless fitted my Ducati with open carbon exhaust cans was a moment of weakness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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    Beautiful and full of character. But does it have a soul, too?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

    This curious motorcycle esotericism never really applied to me either. If my motorcycles had a soul, I’d be afraid of them. And I’ve already put my thoughts on those so-called emotions of motorcycling<\/a> into words elsewhere. There’s no denying that some of my dream machines occupied my thoughts for months before I could afford to buy them. Naturally, I was proud not only to admire them in my garage but also to ride them through the mountains \u2013 but without any romanticised notions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    After all, I was simply admiring and riding a vehicle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    Friends,
     they’re just machines!<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

    Since 2020, I’ve also been riding electric motorcycles. The Zero SR\/F impressed me so much during the test ride<\/a> that I simply had to buy it. I had a very strong feeling that this might be the perfect motorcycle for me. And then something rather strange happened. Almost immediately, I found myself facing fierce opposition from the defenders of the one true way of motorcycling. Admittedly, only on social media, but with considerable hostility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

    I was accused of having a vacuum-cleaner fetish. Apparently, I knew nothing about motorcycling and had lost control of my life by purchasing this Thermomix on two wheels. I was also presented with an endless list of reasons why riding an electric motorcycle simply couldn’t work. For example:<\/p>\n\n\n\n