It’s peak summer, buzzing abounds. I was recently struck by the correlation between bikes and flies. This article attempts to chase that down. An exercise in vernal observation and kinetic free association, admittedly esoteric.
Sitting by the side of the road, gazing with even a slight degree of critical attention, you’ll see Harleys, BMWs, Ducatis, Triumphs, and a spate of Japanese varieties, Honda, Kawasaki, Suzuki. Within each company selections are offered which do specific things optimally. The Touring Bike, the Cruiser, the Racer, the Dirt Bike. Also dotting the landscape, an array of hybrids made to straddle on and off-road use, they do various tasks reasonably well. These are the Enduros, Spyders, Dual Sports, etc. It’s a vast domain, with models for every passion and taste.
Long before there were motorcycle brands and styles, nature offered a template for such diversity. My focus is on insects that fish in lakes and rivers eat- flies especially. Of this profusion we find a few main orders. The Mayfly, the Stonefly, and the Caddisfly being the predominate ones. Within each of these there’s near innumerable variety. For example, among Mayflies- the oldest type- there are Drakes, Sulfurs, Hendricksons, Cahills, on and on. Indeed, it’s speculated that each stream and nuance of geographical feature has given rise to its own kind. Twenty-one-hundred species have been named. Aficionados and fish know the difference.
Rather than spending time detailing the voluminous catalog and traits of each, instead let’s move directly to a generic view of overlapping features and qualities, dwelling a moment on the comparative likeness of flies and bikes.
Motorcycles, regardless of genus or species, will have an engine, wheels, and a frame- including seats, shocks, handle bars, brakes, etc. What all flies have in common are a head, thorax, and abdomen – and to a lesser extent, wings, antennae, tails. Squint, and squeeze your imagination, you’ll see the resemblance…Broadly speaking they both zoom and zip around curves and corners.….they’re highly fuel efficient, built lean and mean…Even the language of description conflates their association…they’re “streamlined”…all models in their own way aspire to perfected flight, i.e. the Gold Wing.
A more precise comparison of components reveals the similarity. Handlebars sure do look antenna-like, they both foster steering and fine control. Engines and thorax are where flight is born, where heads are attached and RPMs are measured…Fairings are winglike, channeling wind….Wheels are feet, the basis of take-off, contact, and delicate landings…. Tailpipes and tails, both blow smoke, some are loud, some spiny and little…. Finally, the body of the beast, where driver is seated centered and secure, and precious eggs and organs are contained.
But there’s even more to this. For a motorcycle of any variety to be effective- to do what it was made to do- it needs to 1) be in good working order 2) have fuel 3) come under control of a skilled rider. Each division has countless sub divisions. “Good working order” includes; proper wheel alignment and tire pressure, a timed engine, smoothly firing cylinders, etc. Skilled riding means subtle balance, quick reflexes, reading the currents, adapting to conditions.
For flies to do what they were made to do, to survive- and let’s recognize and give respect to the fact that they as a kingdom have had hundreds of million of years to work out the kinks- their version of functionality involves 1) escaping predators 2) obtaining food 3) reproduction. In both cases, for choppers and hoppers… motion is lotion.
As a final case in point, I submit this- the scientific name for the Mayfly could equally well describe both organism and serve as motto for the mechanism- Ephemeroptera (Lives for the Day).
splat
“I was recently struck by the correlation between bikes and flies”
I hope you both survived the accident. : )
Someone should start a biker club called the Mayflies with the motto Ephemeroptera!
crazy intersection
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/mayflies-motorcycle-crashes-bridge-closure-pennsylvania/
Lives for the Day
Like so many of Spinoza’s pieces on iBrattleboro this article is in the genre of incomparable. And the analysis may be “esoteric” as he admits but apt to the theme at hand.
My biker brother surely did live for the day on his Harley Softail Bad Boy and like the Mayfly of peak summer, he thrived in the warmest weather. Unlike the Mayfly, I suspect, he migrated south to the subtropics of Naples for the July annual biker Preservation Run.
matching the hatch
http://www.channel3000.com/weather/photos-mayflies-hatch-along-mississippi/27069468
Lives for the Day....Literally
I did not know anything about this natural phenomenon. The massive cloud(s) of hatchlings showing up on the Doppler radar stretches the imagination. Living for one day, though, that’s worth pondering, in the scheme of things.
chopped liver?
Just about everything concerning these creatures bends the mind. It certainly puts a dent in any ideas we hold about longevity, and time.
Mayflies, as we know them, reached this recognizable form about 250,000,000 years ago. And they took a hundred million or so years to get there. To put that in perspective, if an observant cro-mag made early strides in Ephemeroptera entomology, they would only have been observing one five-thousandth of their specimen’s existence.
The ‘living for a day’ angle, which stresses individual over species, is a bit oblique. Mayflies generally live for a year or more in the water as nymphs, and go through several interim stages before emerging for their special day.
Something else I find fascinating, when they have their day in the sun, they do not eat. Not because they aren’t hungry, because they have no mouths. All energy goes towards reproduction.
As the saying goes, quality over quantity.
juvenile Ephemeroptera
As a kid, I often thought of my bike as a bit of a flying machine.
Wide World of Sports was tempting us kids with hype about the latest Evel Knievel motorcycle jumps (Will he make it over the busses?,) and we tried to duplicate them by riding down a hill really fast and going up and off a ramp made of plywood. A lot of time would be taken building and refining the ramp, with arguments over angles and heights.
Wiping out was part of the deal, but most of the time we were able to make the fearless leaps (probably a foot or two).