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The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
Motorcycle Mama
Picture This Once a night, I am transformed from this: into this: Here is my gear: That gear (my helmet, jacket and gloves) cost almost one quarter of what the motorcycle itself cost. I wouldn't ride without any of it. And, of course, I can't forget the boots, my beautiful pair of beloved Docs. (And couldn't you have guessed that I had my toenails painted to match my bike): I've also read these: Those are my books on motorcycling: Proficient Motorcycling by David Hough, Motorcycle Owner's Manual by Hugo Wilson, and my Motorcycle Safety Foundation RiderCourse handbook. But, after having geared up and read up, I go out: This is what I look like in your headlights: Keep an eye out for me, yeah? And Keep On Keeping On I am grateful. I am grateful for my bike, Frida (who is named after, of course, Frida Kahlo). I am grateful for all my protective gear. I am grateful for the the lessons afforded me by the open road: lessons about freedom, independence and responsibility. I am grateful to have the opportunity to further define and clarify myself through the experience of learning to ride. I am grateful for Tom Petty, whose "American Girl" I sing to myself as I ride down the road on my new Kawasaki Ninja 250R named Frida.
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