I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.
I get wet, I get cold, And I get hot.
I've been afraid, I've even hurt myself.
But also, I laughed out loud with the wind.
I've spoken a thousand times with myself and with God. I still do.
I have sung and I have shouted like a madman, and I have felt deep gratitude that's made me cry.
I have made curves that the champions would be proud of; and yes, a few full of terror...
I have seen wonderful places because of my motorcycle.
And I have stopped to see magical landscapes that filled my heart with wonder.
Because of my motorcycle I have met strangers who share the spirit of the ride, people who have taught me many things.
My bike is not just a means of transportation, it's iron and wheels that blesses me in indescribable ways; it's part of who I am.
One day when I am very old and when I cannot ride anymore, I look forward to memories that only riders know...
Memories made in the exhilaration of facing the wind!
Also see: "Season of the Bike" by Dave Karlotski
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