Life on two wheels

 I can see why people like riding motorcycle's so much. It's freedom. All the excitement and feelings of joy, dread, anticipation, exhilaration, adrenaline all come out at me when I ride. There's also nothing like feeling the wind against your chest, your face as you blaze through the world at excesses of 75+ mph. You feel free. There's no metal box separating you from the world. Riding towards Sacramento I passed the pasture and manure infested farms of middle-of-no-where farms of California, and it stank till I had to close my visor and air-vents. But that's the difference. The difference between 4 wheel and 2 wheels. It's freedom. Good freedom and bad freedom. Yes you ride faster than anyone out there and you pass up every car on the streets with the twist of your wrist. You save gas, you save money, you look cool, and feels good to ride. There's never a boring part with riding a 2 wheeled rocket between your legs. And it is comparable to sex and any other exciting activity. There is no distraction, there is no day-dreaming, there is no problems, or anticipation, there is no worrying about problems, because a nanosecond is all that is need to turn pleasure into asphalt pain. There have been plenty of scary moments. Times when I dropped the bike over at a stand still. Or crossing an intersection to fast and being hit by a umpteenth weighing truck at 50+ mph. And winds almost blowing me over, but still I'm on it. Still I prevail. Everyday I feel better, and I get less fidgety and less wobbly at low speeds. Everyday my confidence builds. But not to the point where I get overconfident because that's when things get bad. For now I'm reassured by the skills that I have and even though I still over-rev and die out, I'm getting the hang of things day by day. I hope I don't die. I think about my loved ones and my father who held back all his concerns because he knows that I am a man and that his worries does no one any good. And my mother, who does not approve the least bit about my riding. But for their sake I take it easy. I choose safety over the wrist influencer in the back of my head telling me to let go and be the man I know I want to be. Only time will tell, and only time will tell if I am still alive.