THE LIFE THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:

[Renegade]

I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.

One day when I am very old and when I can not ride anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.

I have met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.

I meet people now who get wisdom from me.

I get wet,

I get cold,

And I have been hot,

I was afraid,

I fell,

And I stood up,

I even hurt myself,

But also, I laughed out loud with the wind.

I spoke a thousand times with myself and Still do.

I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,

And yes ... sometimes I cried.

I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.

I have taken bends that even my dad would be proud of; other times I took bends full of terror.

I stopped many times to see a landscape.

I spoke with perfect strangers.

I go out with frustrations inside and return home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.

I always think how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.

Every time I go up to my bike I think about how wonderful it is. I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.

I spend money that I do not have, I gave up many things, but it's all worth it...

My bike is not a means of transportation but is a piece of iron with wheels that I am blessed with, it's part of who I am.

I love my friends and the joy of great people & motorcycles!

[Buckster]

You lost me when you claimed people got wisdom from you.

[YamaHead]

6 hours ago, Renegade said:

I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice.

One day when I am very old and when I can not ride anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.

I have met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.

I meet people now who get wisdom from me.

I get wet,

I get cold,

And I have been hot,

I was afraid,

I fell,

And I stood up,

I even hurt myself,

But also, I laughed out loud with the wind.

I spoke a thousand times with myself and Still do.

I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,

And yes ... sometimes I cried.

I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.

I have taken bends that even my dad would be proud of; other times I took bends full of terror.

I stopped many times to see a landscape.

I spoke with perfect strangers.

I go out with frustrations inside and return home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.

I always think how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.

Every time I go up to my bike I think about how wonderful it is. I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.

I spend money that I do not have, I gave up many things, but it's all worth it...

My bike is not a means of transportation but is a piece of iron with wheels that I am blessed with, it's part of who I am.

I love my friends and the joy of great people & motorcycles!

Damn Right!....NO FEELIN' LIKE 2-WHEELIN'