Although I’m now 56 and have been riding since I was 17 you’d think I could keep it under control…..Well, I do, at times….but you know there just something about a motorcycle that keeps you young and thirsty for that drug they deliver on …. adrenalin!
Yes I must go there, it’s as though my mind becomes clouded, I just can’t take it….How on earth can I just sit on all this torque and power and not want to let the Dragon out of it’s cage.
Oh Yeaaaaaaaaa!
there’s that sweet kick as I wrench around on the throttle and that throaty flat 6 begins to scream…as only she can,…….. Shifting up only eggs me on further, the thrill of accelerating past those frig’n cagers as if they are standing still brings an ever more sever craving……YESSSSS!
Now beginning to drool as I transition through the gears and into flight ……cars, trees, signs, and the road before me now quickly becoming one……..Yeeeehaaaaaa!
What? Ohssssssssssssshhhtttttttttttt, a black and white
.…….Oh boy……..the balls pucker
and I’m 2 seconds from pssssing myself
ya know the older you get the harder it get’s to hold it…must maintain, must maintain control….
Yes, I can keep it under control.
