Monday, March 06, 2006

Born to be Wild

I had NO IDEA how addictive riding a motorcycle could be. I bought my bike Saturday, and pretty much only got off of it to go to sleep, or because I had to carry something that was too big for the bike. I'm sitting here, now, wishing I was out there on it, riding down the highway. You can see everything and smell everything. It's like it puts the senses on high alert. Twitsting the throttle back and hearing that V-twin open up and feeling the torque pull is like a drug. The world looks totally different. I observe far more. I'm fiending for the road and the growl of my motor. I wanna just lean back and watch the world fly by.