It’s a simple question, why do people ride motorbikes? What drives them to leave the safety of a warm box and replace it with the mercy of mother nature? Why choose two wheels and the risk of toppling over above four? Are we crazy? And still, why are so many people intrigued by riding motorbikes,…
Roaring inside. Running. Riding. Silent and untameable in its restlessness it consumes me. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Anger. Determination. Unspeakable words dancing on its own and flying with the wind. Small deeds to feel alive. In the morning, after getting out of bed, I go outside to take a plunge in the deep,…
This title may make falling sound a little too majestic, but if falling was an art, I would have mastered it by now. They say that you only become a biker after dropping your machine, well, hereby I can announce that I turn out to be a biker to the core of my being. People…