I was trying to move out of the way so he could pass, but I guess he felt I was doing the opposite because he gave me a middle finger. I was surprised, wondering what I had done wrong because I believed I was doing the right thing, moving out of his way
But what caught my eye was the picture of him I captured with my imagination on top of that bike. He looked like Spider-Man in his famous pose before he disappeared in seconds
That was the moment I fell in love with you, motorbike. The rude little bastard who insulted me on the on-ramp made me fall in love with everything beautiful about a motorbike
There are so many different models and different sizes from various manufacturers, it’s safe to say I still can’t decide which brand comes first on the list in terms of beauty. Every time I think I have chosen, I see something else that makes me change my mind
Sometimes I watch you moving in every little gap available to pass through a traffic jam, I just fall in love all over again. Who wouldn’t, getting to their destination earlier while everyone is still stuck in traffic, is admirable
I saw a guy dancing the other day while cruising on a freeway, seemingly enjoying the ride, and he looked so happy. The strange part is, it didn’t look like he was riding at high speed, but he passed me like I was driving at 20km/h or less. I couldn’t help wishing I was the one riding that bike. How do you even dance on a moving motorbike?
For a moment, I found myself thinking, life can be good if you just focus on what you have control over
Yes, people will bump you, you will fall, even worse, those who will try to outpace you, whatever, just enjoy the ride
They say you’re dangerous, I can say a thing or two about that, taking from my own experience, but it’s easy to forget all that once you put that last gear because you just wanna move, then you do. The feeling you get when you put that side stand down at the end of the trip. It’s almost as if you just walked out of a massage room. So refreshing, you can ride the journey twice without getting exhausted
It melts my heart to watch you cruise on standstill traffic, when everyone has given up on getting home before their planned time, and you just freely move like a shiny needle in a colorful dress
I wish the sun could shine every day, remain warmer because with every rainy or freezing day means no ride, and I envy those with decision to enjoy the ride are not dictated by the weather conditions, don’t your hands freeze, brother? What’s your secret? How do you keep warm? Do you move that fast that the raindrops miss you? A tip of advice would do
