Yes, there is
something romantic about motorcycles. I’m talking about the powerful rev of an
engine, the freedom one feels when riding it, the rebel spirit it may bring to
you and upon others. Sure, they may sound like clichés, but they ring with
truth. However, like many romances, it often ends up in tragedy. My romance
with them had been dampened through the years by accidents friends have had
while riding. One friend went through the back glass of a hatchback, another
lost his legs running into the rear of a tractor trailer truck, another
suffered a broken neck after falling off and getting run over by his friend,
also riding a motorcycle. It is a dangerous mistress indeed. I gave up riding
some time ago and I still miss my bike to this day. Through it all, the fire
never extinguishes totally, the lure never goes away entirely; just you and
your bike flying down the highway. It is hard to find a feeling better than
that.
