THE DREAM THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:
I own many motorcycles because of a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and when I can not walk anymore, They will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I met people who taught me something and have the same spirit.
I got wet,
I felt cold,
And I felt warm,
I was afraid,
I fell,
And I stood up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud inside the helmet.
I spoke a thousand times with myself.
I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,
And yes … sometimes I cried.
I have seen wonderful places because of motorcycles.
I often 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 went out with frustrations inside and returned home with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.
I always thought how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I go up to my machine I think about how wonderful it is. I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.
I spent money that I did not have, I gave up many things, but it’s all worth it…
My bikes are not a means of transportation but are a piece of iron with wheels, it’s part of my soul and my spirit.