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The Story

That is the Journey

It is our job to tell the story as best as we can. To share that experience so others might share in that experience as well. Stories can be a vehicle of change, or a lesson taught well in advance of it needing to be learned. Stories can span generations and provide us a glimpse into the lives of those people and times that have long since passed. We are all story tellers in our own way, and we all have a story to tell.

 

"ride" the Story

Sometimes the smallest things have the largest impacts on our lives. It could be a simple word of encouragement or not getting the response we had hope for on something we spent hours working to create. It could be a first kiss or a moment that we let slip away and whished sometime later that we could get back.


There are four pinnacle, but seminally small moments that led to the birth and current world of “ride”. The first of those, the spark, was a choice to throw a leg over a once dormant passion which was riding. Not the kind of riding that takes you days to travel a few miles, but the kind that tears up the asphalt and leaves you with bugs guts in your teeth. The kind where you ask a person what is like and they just look at you and say with little expression on their face, “if I have to explain it to you, you will never understand”.  There are moments where you and the machine that you are riding become one. Where the metal, chrome, pistons, flesh and blood become a single organism thundering down the road. The air is divided as you cut through it, the ground trembles as you pass over it and all your senses open up to take in every moment like someone has just opened the doorway to the purest essences of life. In some ways it is true when an old weathered biker tells you that “if I have to explain it to you, you will never understand”.

The second pinnacle moment was an unexpected gift. As much as you might want to describe the world you live in and the experiences that you have in words. Sometimes it is necessary to capture those moments in a format that more accurately reproduces the moment, like a photograph or in this case a small “action” cam. Things happen in life, be it destiny, divine intervention, or just happenstance that change the course of life that we are on. Sometimes it might be a good thing, sometimes it might be a bad things, which in the end could just as easily be a good thing as well. The embers of life for “ride” were fanned by a new thing on the market, a simple, but powerful tool called an action cam. Not only was it relatively affordable it was small and designed to take a high level of abuse. The kind of camera that is perfectly designed to be attached to an iron horse and used to capture the experience of the ride in real time and in the moment. As those moments add up and become recorded history, they require learning skills that can convert what is recorded into something that can be consumed by friends and family. Something that can be shared. And the embers are fanned even more. 

The third pinnacle moment was probably the least profound, but in reality, had the largest impact. It was yet another unexpected gift. It was the gift that completed the picture and turned embers into a flame, but not yet a roaring fire. It was a simple gift from a daughter to a father that rides an iron horse. A little stuffed animal, of sorts, that could have its arms and legs wrapped around something like a lugged rack so that it could join in on the trips as well. It was that little gift that gave a name to this thing called “ride puppet”. It took another, however, to convert the gift and the idea into a visual representation of “ride” and enlarged the size of the flame, but still not a roaring fire.

The fourth and final pinnacle moment was a choice to purchase a camera, a real professional type camera. A heavy investment in an uncertain future, but an event that transformed a small flame into a roaring fire. The sort of thing that ignites passions, creates dreams and produces an unstoppable desire.

In reality “ride” is nothing more than ink on a page or a simple black and white image on a screen, but what “ride” stands for is change, a new chapter in a book that is already busting at its seams with new chapters. It is a chapter that on its own is likely to be its own novel. The story of the story. So welcome to this journey. I would suggest that you throw on a pair of heavy boots, some thick leather chaps and get something to clean the bug guts out of your teeth, because this is going to be one hell of a ride. Welcome to the “ride” story!

 
 

It is our job...

When you walk out on a crisp cool morning and throw your leg over the cold steal of a bike you have no idea what story you will have to share at the end of the day. All you know is that it is likely to be better than any story you would have pondering your life choices at work or sitting around watching television. You know that it will be more real for you than the seemingly perfects lives of all those people you follow on social media. You now for the next little while you will be living life. The smells, the wind in your face and the sun shining down on you. You know there will be moments out there on the road that will be touched with perfection. Like how the earth and sky come together in the most amazing array of colors and shapes as the sun slowly crests the distant horizon. Or how the light fog fills the valleys between the hills on the back-country roads that you are thundering down. It is like the fog is hiding all the things that do not matter and leaving you to focus on those things that do. The rolling hills, the green grass, the smell of pine trees and recently cut lawns. You can feel the moisture on your face as morning dew tries desperately to cling on to existences before the heat of the sun evaporates it into nothing. This is how a rider’s story begins and it will end with a telling of the story, perhaps, but not always slightly embellished. While it might have been a doe that cross the road a quarter mile away, for dramatic effect it was a seven-point buck that nearly split the rider and his steal horse in two.

It is our job to tell the story as best as we can. To share that experience so others might share in that experience as well. Stories can be a vehicle of change, or a lesson taught well in advance of it needing to be learned. Stories can span generations and provide us a glimpse into the lives of those people and times that have long since passed. We are all story tellers in our own way, and we all have a story to tell.

ridePUPPET is nothing more than a symbol of a promise to tell the best story we can and in this next chapter of the ridePUPPET journey, we are expanding that promise to include helping to teach others how to share their story as well.

ridePUPPET was born out of the desire to create content in a visual medium, such as videos and photographs and that is where our path lies. By no means are we an expert in this new and evolving world of visual media. We are definitely a student of the art. But we have learned few things and will continue to learn. Our goal, no or mission will always be to look at things from the side of the story. How does this thing, a lens, a camera, a light help us to better tell a story. Remember one important thing, a story is not what the mainstream world tells you it is. Our friend the rider was not trying to overcome a challenge or learn a lesson, he was just simply trying to live the fullest life he could.

 

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