05/17/2023
Saw this on another page and just had to share it.
THE DREAM
I bought a motorcycle for a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and when I cannot 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.
I got wet,
I felt cold,
I felt heat,
I felt fear,
I fell,
I got up,
I 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 while speaking to loved ones who have passed but ride with me every day.
I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.
I often made corners that even Valentino Rossi would be proud of. Other times I made corners 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.
I am Blessed to have ridden many roads with my best friends and people I had never met sharing special moments every step of the way with the people closest to me and family across the world.
Bless my biker friends and keep us all safe while we are on the roads doing what we enjoy most!
