Its 2:20 AM in Moline Illinois. I just got off the bike after a two hour putt around town. The weather is absolutely perfect, 75 and calm. Gorgeous. The Rippingstons “Life in the Tropics†is on the MP3 player. Zero traffic and the only cop working your beat is a close friend and doesn’t believe the busa can blast a wheelie and wants to hear the sound of the muzzy bouncing off the downtown buildings! Does it get any better than this? How do you explain it to people who don’t understand? I know people on this board know the feeling, but it’s hard to put into words for non-riders.
How can an object scare the bejesus out of you one minute to the point that your heart is beating out of your chest, and then the next minute it can calm you down after a stressful day? What other thing that you can legally buy can have this effect on the human body?
Some friends tell me it’s not worth the risk of getting hurt of killed on the dreaded motorcycle. Why go through life scared, aint you already dead if you’re afraid to enjoy life? I tell them, “If I go out on the bike, Ill go out doing what I loveâ€.
How do you explain it, or do you even try?
How can an object scare the bejesus out of you one minute to the point that your heart is beating out of your chest, and then the next minute it can calm you down after a stressful day? What other thing that you can legally buy can have this effect on the human body?
Some friends tell me it’s not worth the risk of getting hurt of killed on the dreaded motorcycle. Why go through life scared, aint you already dead if you’re afraid to enjoy life? I tell them, “If I go out on the bike, Ill go out doing what I loveâ€.
How do you explain it, or do you even try?
