That got me thinking; but then I snapped back into reality when I heard a horn go off in what sounded like a John Deere lawn mower engine so I turned around to find some kid in an Accord revving that 40 second car yelling that it was clear to make that left turn safely. So I took that left and did a nice first gear sit down which almost caused me to hit this bus but let's not get into that. Needless to say the ladies comments were gone by now.
But now to all who question why I ride and do the things I do here's my reason. Some of the members don't have the same feelings, I don't know who does and who doesn't but here's mine...
I first bought my motorcycle because I was bored with my truck, and since the Camaro was sold and no speed was in my garage (other than my Blazer ZR2) I got seriously depressed. Like big time depressed ...I was aching for prozac...all right too much info. There was nothing to do. I'm not a bar person, I hate bars. I got sick of them when I turned 19 (yes, do the math) and I got sick of relationships and I got sick of everything, bicycles, rollerblading, running, the gym. Everything! So I started looking at my options, sell the truck buy a fast car, but then I have no truck for the winter (living in Canada sucks), take up new hobbies, got bored of the computer so that was that, and then I saw it...
The black 636, sitting in that wonderful showroom just calling my name. I knew right then and there that I had to have it. So the adventure began, after around trying 2 weeks to get the payments straightened out, which then led to the license (no problem), which finally led to the insurance ($6,000 for a year?!) and a few work around's here and there and needless to say it was finally mine. I used to have a bike back when I was a kid, but nothing like this. This is 636cc's of black ninja power baby! The ninja 636 was in my blood!
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Anyway, it was great, I got my speed back, and more importantly I got my long missed rush. The cops helped me in getting this rush back big time because they caused me to have at least 1 story a week. I remember this one time I was running away in this unknown city/area and found myself at a dead end to what seemed to be a soccer field so I got on that green grass and rode right into the freaking soccer net. Turned the bike off, took off all my gear and then went for a little walk. The result was me coming back to the field and trying to find my black bike in this dark ass field which took around 10 minutes.
Now onto why I ride the way I do...
If I'm not riding fast and I'm not stunting then I don't know what I would be doing for my rush. I could be smoking, I could be doing drugs, I could be drinking (I don't drink) or god knows I could turn into a man-whore (no comment). A lot of people do different things to get their mind off their daily things. |
I have a lot of things on my mind and my life has been pretty hectic but to relax I always get on my bike and weave in and out of traffic making sure to give the people around me a nice standup show by passing a few cars on a wheelie. When I'm on my bike, nothing gets between me and the road. The only things I think about are who I'm passing, how fast I'm going, how much gas I have, and how fast I can take that next turn.
I don't care about bills, I don't care about relationships, I don't care about school, I don't care about money, I don't have a single care in the world. It's hard to relate if you don't get the same feelings, I mean my mind is clear of all worries, I can sleep with my bike I'm so comfortable and happy with it. Nothing and no one does what it does.
As long as we're both running fine I'm as happy as can be. I always say, if I crash they're going to pry that helmet off my face and they'll just stare because I'll have this huge grin on my face and that's the only way I can explain how happy I get. It's scary but it get's the point across.
I mean don't get me wrong, I don't have a death sentence but I don't want to sit at home or with a bunch of my friends just hanging out and getting all depressed because of all the shit that the day has brung. When I sit to watch a movie, or to talk or to lay down and try to go to bed everything and I do mean everything just comes into my head forcing it's way in there and causing the most unrest and the most amount of unhappiness I can experience. It's like hell!
I need my bike, I need the fun, I need that adrenaline rush and I don't want to depend on people to make me happy. I'd rather depend on my bike and the weather because combined they do the trick.
When my license was suspended (due to driving at an unlawful hour, officer "young" can fucking kiss my ass for that) I sat in my freaking apartment at the time and just watched TV and played on the computer, had nothing else to do. I got back into rollerblading and exercising but you can only do so much of that before you're exhausted from it. Even my friends noticed I had "calmed down" from my usual nutty self. I was the little quiet guy in the group now, compared to the insane guy that'll do anything to try and cheer people up.
But when that month was over I went and picked up my bike at 12:00AM. Officially at 12:20AM. I was on my bike and pulling my first wheelie (which honestly sucked) at around 12:40AM. That night I met up with my friends and they all saw how happy I was, they all said "Beezer's back." That smile got right back on my face and everything was back in my hands and under control.
A bike will never fail you, will never let you down (unless it's broken, which is then your fault), it will never disappoint you, and of course it will never leave you.
This is why I ride the way I ride. Some people take up drugs, some people drink, some people commit crimes. I'm happy to say that I've stayed away from all of those things. The only crimes I commit are speeding and stunting. I don't endanger anyone other than myself, take it however way you want. In the end, I'm happy and to me that's all that matters.
See you on the road.
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