By Ron Durham additions by Peter kaye
I own a motorcycle because of a personal life choice. One day when I am very old and I can’t ride anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories. Or maybe I will have pictures on the wall of all the great rides
I took and all the awesome people I met.
I have met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.
I have met people who have spoken wisdom in my life. I get wet, I get cold, and I have been hot. I have been afraid, and I have even hurt myself, but also, I have laughed out loud with the wind. I spoke a thousand times with myself and God. Still do. I sang and shouted with joy like a madman, and yes … sometimes I cried. I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.
I have made curves that even my Pop’s would be proud of. Other times
I made curves full of terror. I stopped many times to see a landscape.
I spoke with perfect strangers. I go out with frustrations inside and return home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart. I always think how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is, to advance even when feeling fear. Every time I go up to my ride, I think about how wonderful it is.
I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders. I spend money that I sometimes do not have, I gave up many things, but it’s all worth it… My bike is not a means of transportation but is a piece of iron with wheels that I am blessed with and it’s part of who I am.
Lord, bless my friends and their joy of great people and motorcycles!