A motorcycle is a vehicle of change, after all. It puts the wheels beneath a midlife crisis, or a coming-of-age saga, or even just the discovery of something new, something you didn't realize was there. It provides the means to cross over, to transit...
There is a delicate ridge one must ride between fear and reason on a motorcycle—lean too far in either direction and there will be consequences.
Riding that ridge between reason and recklessness, stillness and speed, is the first, maybe the most important, thing I learned about motorcycles.
...I didn't want to be a passenger on someone else's motorcycle. I wanted to be the one riding that motherfucker.
