"My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
-Falsely yours"
{Charles Bukowski}
This is basically how I view motorcycle riding. I finally found what I want to do in life and it is to ride. I absolutely love to feel the wind in my face, the roar of my engine and leaning in for those sweet curves. Sure, it's a dangerous hobby but it is my therapist. When life brings me down, I know everything will be okay when I twist that throttle. My bike knows exactly how to cheer me up. My problems disappear within a few miles. With a full tank of gas, I'm the happiest person you'll ever meet. My bike and the open road is the only relationship I'll ever need.
