03-01-2015, 12:42 PM
Nice post, Blockhead. As a child, my hand painted, heavy, ungeared push-bike represented freedom to me. As a teenager my first motorcycle represented the same thing, although more powerfully so,; I suspect because I was older and could ride further on it.
My wife bought me a push bike for my 50th and I was surprised when I got on it that the youthful feeling of freedom returned quite strongly. Since I got back into motorcycling I've had the same feeling.
Like you, I also feel blessed to be able to afford the bike and time to ride it.
Thanks for reminding me.
My wife bought me a push bike for my 50th and I was surprised when I got on it that the youthful feeling of freedom returned quite strongly. Since I got back into motorcycling I've had the same feeling.
Like you, I also feel blessed to be able to afford the bike and time to ride it.
Thanks for reminding me.