Motorbikes – Mindfulness on two wheels (no fluff, no yoga mat)

Some people meditate. They sit on a cushion in lotus position, hum softly and try to clear their minds. Me? I put on my helmet, turn the key, and let 900cc do the work. Because there are few things in life that clean out your head quite like riding a motorbike. It’s like hoovering your brain – in top gear.

When you’re on a bike, there’s no space for thoughts like “Did I reply to that work email?”, “What’s for dinner?” or “Why is the neighbour still mowing the lawn in November?” All of that disappears. Poof. Gone. What remains is what truly matters – the road, the curves, and all the other drivers who, let’s face it, might not always realise they’re not alone out there.

There’s no multitasking on a motorcycle. No scrolling. No notifications. No Siri interrupting. And definitely no calls that start with “Got a quick minute?” (Spoiler: you never do.) On the bike, you’re unreachable. Like a modern-day superhero in a helmet and leather jacket – blissfully free from mobile slavery.

And the funny thing is – you’re straddling a roaring machine with petrol in the tank and danger in the wing mirrors… yet you feel your absolute best. There’s something about the combination of speed, focus and freedom that allows your brain to finally let go and just… come along for the ride.

You’re no longer a stressed-out, screen-weary citizen. You’re one with the road. You’re Zen – on a BMW (or a Triumph, Yamaha, Harley… any brand combo will do).

And when you finally step off the bike – helmet hair in place, a few midges stuck in your grin – it feels like you’ve been to a spa. Just with more oil and fewer cucumber slices. You’re calmer, lighter, and fully present. And possibly a bit peckish.

So no, it’s not just a vehicle. It’s therapy, it’s exercise, it’s a holiday, and it’s a digital detox – all rolled into one. And it smells of petrol, not patchouli.

Motorbike licences on prescription, anyone?

Stefan Lundin