01-02-2020, 02:05 AM
THE DREAM STARTS...
I bought a motorcycle for a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and when I can not walk anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I met people who taught me something and have the same spirit and I met others that I'm glad I forgot.
I got wet, I already felt cold, I already felt heat, I already felt fear, I already fell, I already got up, I already hurt myself. But also...I laughed out loud inside the helmet.
I spoke a thousand times with myself. I sang and shouted with joy like a madman, and yes ... sometimes I cried.
I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.
I often made curves that even Valentino Rossi would be proud of; other times I made curves full of terror.
I stopped a thousand times to see a landscape.
I spoke with perfect strangers, and I forgot people I see every day.
I went out with my demons inside and returned home with absolute peace in my heart.
I always thought how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I get on my bike, I think how wonderful it is.
I stopped talking to those who do not understand, (they just do not understand) and I learned through gestures to communicate with other motorcyclists.
I spent money I did not have, giving up many things, but all these things are not worth even a moment on my bike.
It is not a means of transport or a piece of iron with wheels, it is the lost part of my soul and my spirit.
And when someone says to me: "you have to sell the motorcycle and you have to be a more serious person", I do not answer. I just swing my head and smile.
To ride a motorcycle ....... only the person who loves them understands it.
May God bless my motorcyclist friends, toys of great people!
Author Unknown.
I bought a motorcycle for a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and when I can not walk anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I met people who taught me something and have the same spirit and I met others that I'm glad I forgot.
I got wet, I already felt cold, I already felt heat, I already felt fear, I already fell, I already got up, I already hurt myself. But also...I laughed out loud inside the helmet.
I spoke a thousand times with myself. I sang and shouted with joy like a madman, and yes ... sometimes I cried.
I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.
I often made curves that even Valentino Rossi would be proud of; other times I made curves full of terror.
I stopped a thousand times to see a landscape.
I spoke with perfect strangers, and I forgot people I see every day.
I went out with my demons inside and returned home with absolute peace in my heart.
I always thought how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I get on my bike, I think how wonderful it is.
I stopped talking to those who do not understand, (they just do not understand) and I learned through gestures to communicate with other motorcyclists.
I spent money I did not have, giving up many things, but all these things are not worth even a moment on my bike.
It is not a means of transport or a piece of iron with wheels, it is the lost part of my soul and my spirit.
And when someone says to me: "you have to sell the motorcycle and you have to be a more serious person", I do not answer. I just swing my head and smile.
To ride a motorcycle ....... only the person who loves them understands it.
May God bless my motorcyclist friends, toys of great people!
Author Unknown.
