I took my son out to purchase a motorcycle jacket and helmet this week and made the mistake of sitting on the new Indian Scout.
My son wants to ride because he grew up in a family of riders. He’s been on the back of a bike since he was six – a fact that seems hugely irresponsible in hindsight.
Then again, when one thinks about motorcycling, the concept of “responsibility” doesn’t immediately come to mind.
Cowboys and Indians…just a bit of rebellion…all those words and everything they entail makes my heart beat a little faster and a bit more lightly.
I do a lot of praying when I ride. My situational awareness- always present for me – heightens.
I become more one with the moment and attuned to everything around me.
I love it! The energy. The openness. It’s as close to actually flying I think I’m going to get until I take up hang gliding.
I think riding makes me a better writer. Weird, I know. I think it’s a “Joy la Vive” thing, and that energy is contagious.
I don’t need another bike, but I do need a swift uptake in remembering to dwell in the blessings of NOW, and then writing them down.
I,I,I……I think I’m getting another bike!
Hopefully all good things will follow.