And yet I fear I am going through a mid-life crisis.
It did not creep up on me slowly - it hit me like a lightening bolt. I was walking along with a friend and he pointed to a spot in our parking lot. There it was. Beautiful, shiny and my favorite color.
A motorcycle.
My friend's motorcycle, to be exact. A motorcycle that he's thinking about selling, so he can upgrade. A motorcycle that practically sang out my name as we passed.
I don't know what possessed me, but we walked towards it, my friend put the key in the ignition, he showed me where the clutch was and then I gave it a little gas.
I'm not 100% sure I'll be buying the bike. But I'm 100% sure I'll be dreaming about it tonight.
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Bike? What Make? What Model? What color? How big?
Ah, did you dream of riding the bike on the Dragon's Tail? Someone you know will be taking a trip there at the end of next month. Hint, hint.
It's the orange kind. Looks about like the kind I could keep upright at stoplights. Is that detailed enough?
I do not support this dream in any way, shape or form. For the record. Orange is a nice color though.
I completely agree with this dream, and often dream of the same thing...maybe we'll be the next generation tearing it up on bike's!
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