I work in a corporate environment, live in the middle of a large city, have responsibility and bills and all that stuff one accumulates and here knowing my time is on two wheels is approaching, I can relax and I get this smirk this bit of cockiness knowing I'm not here to play it safe, blend in, or be average.
And it's how we live, not the take the safe route,hold back hide out and don't take any chances but get out and do.
I get out there on the bike, the rush the high the adrenaline, the picking my spots to open the throttle and kick it up another gear.
Bike waves, no cager gets 'em! They usually get the Sicilian Street Salute after they about run us off the road.
Besides if you pull your bike off the road to check something out that's not right, you'll have company and someone to help if ya need it. I know I do, even if I'm in my car.
Here it is better than I could say.
The main thing, you have a motorcycle, you have not just a conveyance, you have as well a transcendently potent resource, a ready antidote to the feeling of being trapped. This a bedeviling vexation of the human condition, regardless of circumstance. The motorcycle being the vehicle for physical and spiritual delivery.
So when the world starts annoying you, as surely it must, its complications and compromises and contrivances, you have an option. You can get on the motorcycle. Once there the world becomes palpable and direct, requiring your involvement, reliant on your unfettered judgment. Other people’s opinions, irrelevant.
Just you and the motorcycle and the big exciting world.
