How to live forever until you die
When I'm sitting on the couch reading a book or watching reruns of whatever is on Netflix this week, I feel old. When I'm sitting on the saddle of my bike watching the countryside zoom by, I feel young again.
When I see photographs of the back of my head (that can't be MY bald spot!), I feel much older than I should. When I see photographs of me on my bike, wearing a bald spot-covering helmet, I feel young again.
When I'm sitting behind the wheel of my old car, heading off to Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries, I feel old and decrepit. While my hands are gripping the handlebars of my motorbike, steering it to wherever I want to go, I feel as young and free as a child on his first bicycle.
When I'm pumping gas into that old car, I imagine the people around me thinking, "I'm never going to be so old that I have to drive something like that." When I'm pumping gas into my motorbike, I imagine the people around me thinking, "I want to be just like him. And when I save up some money, I'm getting a bike just like that."
People on motorcycles always look like they're on an adventure, heading to places others only dream of, having the time of their life.
Well, most of the time we are. And that's what will keep us young -- well, until we get splattered across the road by some stupid 18-wheeler.
But hey, that's life.
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It's a lot easier to go to different places with a big bike. You can feel the wind as you ride along as well.ReplyDelete