Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Yesterday

Yesterday I was moving some stuff in the garage on my way to greater adult responsibility, I had to get under the bench, necessitating that I move my bmx bike. And that got me to remember all the time I've spent in the quest for that adrenaline rush.

I have mostly moved onto to cars, like most people my age. However there is that undeniable fondness for the first thing that ever allowed you the freedom to roam past the end of the cul-de-sac. That day when you got to the corner, took that one last look over your shoulder.

Then it was over, the comfort and security of the yard that had been your life was shattered,  you had made the turn into the big bad world. Nothing would be the same after that moment.

In some way we have all done it, made the turn, our parents know, they may even be able to tell you about it. I know for myself it was an unmistakable air about me, confident and assured of myself, shoulders back, head held high.

I had seen the world and it was mine for the taking, and the speed at which it came, the speed I wanted more of that sweet exilirating speed.

The quest grew rapidly as my days turned to years, the faster and closer to the edge I got, the more I wanted. Some one once that if your in control, your not going fast enough.  I unfortunately for my parents insurance policy tried to live up to that mantra.

Some decisions have been better advised then others, some are better left in the minds of the people that where there. And some are just good to share like a good beer.

It's nice to remind yourself of the things that helped create the personality that you have today. I know for myself if it wasn't for the fascinating world of bicycle motocross I wouldn't know half the people I know now some thirty odd years later, I wouldn't have the scares and memories that came from it. I wouldn't have the fascination.

All those things with there chrome plated and polished aluminum are the hot bed of coals that plant the seed to hot rodding heart and soul.

Think I'll ride to work next week.

2 comments:

  1. I couldn't agree more. Life on two wheels is living on purpose. The realization of the freedom that it brought you as a kid was unparalleled, except maybe by the re-realization as a young adult after moving into the city.

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    1. Agreed! Life's leaps of faith, you may not always walk away from them, but you usually survive to try again.

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