Riding a path upon the dreams of adventure and play, a motorcycle brings out the inner child long lost. Let the sorrow and negativity recede beyond our memories. Get on a cycle and shift through the gears and watch magic happen. The wind rushes by like a speeding jet traveling you to that most anticipated escape where one can relax in a rush of speed and adrenaline. On a cycle, one can hope without reality. It’s a fantasy on two wheels and the motor screams rebellion. We ride and accelerate through the curves and eat up the bends like there is no tomorrow. In life there just may not be a tomorrow so we ride harder and let fear piss out our pipes. Transportation it can be but transportation it’s not. It’s the spark that moves us forward, it’s the conviction that plows us ahead, and it’s a part of our being that cannot be squashed. So we thrive and roll that throttle all the way back. Faster and quicker we go, now the air is pushing hard upon our chest but we hold on tight to the handle bars. Breath in the air, the oxygen fuels our passion and we pray for more black top. Let us ride alone, let us ride with friends, let us ride with family and lets all ride for each other.
When we smile we are a success. I am triumphant while I ride down my own path on two wheels.