Life of bikers

7 Jun 2019 by Jacques Venter

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, and the machines they ride.



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sanipass

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