Something about my bike changes everything. On a motorcycle I'm happy and graceful and free in a way that I'm not, at any other time. Even in the rain, in the cold, late at night in November, with back pain, with stress, with my left mirror and turn signals snapped off by some drunk parking genius who tipped the bike over, I am much more myself,
(
Read more... )
Comments 7
Reply
Reply
Reply
That's what I get out of riding. The ability to let myself go, and be a part of the wind and the motion and the world around me.
Now i wanna go riding.
Reply
Thanks for the reminder.
Reply
Leave a comment