Ahamay
The IBAUK Joker
THE DREAM THAT NOT "EVERYBODY" WILL UNDERSTAND;
I bought a motorcycle for a personal dream.
One day when I'm really old and can't 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 and I met others I'm glad I forgot.
I got wet,
I was cold,
And I was hot,
I was scared,
I have fallen,
And I got up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud in the helmet.
I've talked to myself a thousand times
I was singing and screaming for joy like maniac,
And yes... sometimes I had to cry.
I've seen beautiful places and had unforgettable experiences.
Other times I made turns full of fright.
I've stopped a thousand times to look at a landscape.
I talked to perfect strangers, and I forgot people I see every day.
I went out with my demons and returned home with a sense of absolute peace in my heart.
I have always realized how dangerous it is, knowing the meaning of courage, to feel fear yourself.
Every time I go to my machine I think how amazing it is.
I stopped talking to those who don’t understand and learned to communicate with other riders through gestures.
I spent money that I didn't have, giving up a lot of things, but all these things are not worth a moment without my motorcycle.
It's not a vehicle or a piece of iron on wheels, it's the lost part of my soul and my spirit.
And if someone says to me "You should sell your motorcycle and do something less dangerous"... I don't answer. I just shake my head and smile because only a motorcycle lover would understand what I feel.
Be blessed my friends and their motors and may we have many more adventures.
I bought a motorcycle for a personal dream.
One day when I'm really old and can't 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 and I met others I'm glad I forgot.
I got wet,
I was cold,
And I was hot,
I was scared,
I have fallen,
And I got up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud in the helmet.
I've talked to myself a thousand times
I was singing and screaming for joy like maniac,
And yes... sometimes I had to cry.
I've seen beautiful places and had unforgettable experiences.
Other times I made turns full of fright.
I've stopped a thousand times to look at a landscape.
I talked to perfect strangers, and I forgot people I see every day.
I went out with my demons and returned home with a sense of absolute peace in my heart.
I have always realized how dangerous it is, knowing the meaning of courage, to feel fear yourself.
Every time I go to my machine I think how amazing it is.
I stopped talking to those who don’t understand and learned to communicate with other riders through gestures.
I spent money that I didn't have, giving up a lot of things, but all these things are not worth a moment without my motorcycle.
It's not a vehicle or a piece of iron on wheels, it's the lost part of my soul and my spirit.
And if someone says to me "You should sell your motorcycle and do something less dangerous"... I don't answer. I just shake my head and smile because only a motorcycle lover would understand what I feel.
Be blessed my friends and their motors and may we have many more adventures.
