A love letter on wheels
We love, we give, we ride. Love in all its shapes and forms. Undefineable it escapes us. Silently it roars. We try to give it a name and capture it with all its highs and lows. Romantic love, sibling love, love for parents, love for friends, love for grandparents, love for beauty, love for a machine, love for a place, love for an act and love for the world. It’s all love, it’s all the same and yet it’s distinctly different. Could it be that love on wheels captures love in all its perfection? Could it be that in a sense, bike and human form the perfect couple? Companions for life, if we choose so.
My beauty, my strength, my never-ending lover. We ride together, we discover together, we face storms, warmth, dust and whirling winds. We stand together, no matter what. We support each other, whatever may happen in life. We know that we can count on one another. Isn’t that perfection? Isn’t that what we all dream of? A partner that won’t leave us when we decide to go to the other side of the world, a partner that will stand be us, even in our grumpiest of moments. A partner that doesn’t mind if you’ have a bad hair day or are covered in mud when you start pitching your tent in the evening. Some would say that is true love. Acceptance of one another, regardless of each others strengths and weaknesses. Unconditional trust that things will work out, one way or another.
Man and machine, connected by nothing, but combined by an endless zest for life and adventure. When I break down, my bike will take me out for a spin till my brain calms down, my muscles relax and I remember that life is marvellous after all. When in turn my bike breaks down, I take all the time and love in the world to put him back together.
All I really want to say is that I believe that we will stand together till one of us gives up on life. I believe that, together, we can face the world. I believe that, with our combined love for life and adventure, we will get to where we need to be, wherever that may turn out to be.
There is so much beauty and pain in love, but no words, no song and no poetry is able to capture it in all its forms. Maybe that’s not necessary, because afterall, every one feels it in their own unique way and adapts it to their own story.
