Nice topic!
I have long used a motorcycle to ease the stress of the type of business I run.
It seems that when I ride, I ride.
Its alot like when you are fishing (I spend a good bit of time off shore) when you hook a good fish you think only about that fish, if only for the time that you are fighting it.
Bikes strike me the same way. When I ride down the Eastern Shore of Mobile Bay I seem to lose my BS. The world melts away. I focus on riding, on the smell of the world, the smell of the pines and the smell of the air. I try not to die because of the mind numb drivers of the SUVs. I try to be careful because my son is also with me saying things like "Nice day huh dad".
I dont know about the anger thing. Might go discharge my M1A at the local range to work that out but bikes help me live my life and after this F'n hurricane I need some foot peg time my brothas...
I have long used a motorcycle to ease the stress of the type of business I run.
It seems that when I ride, I ride.
Its alot like when you are fishing (I spend a good bit of time off shore) when you hook a good fish you think only about that fish, if only for the time that you are fighting it.
Bikes strike me the same way. When I ride down the Eastern Shore of Mobile Bay I seem to lose my BS. The world melts away. I focus on riding, on the smell of the world, the smell of the pines and the smell of the air. I try not to die because of the mind numb drivers of the SUVs. I try to be careful because my son is also with me saying things like "Nice day huh dad".
I dont know about the anger thing. Might go discharge my M1A at the local range to work that out but bikes help me live my life and after this F'n hurricane I need some foot peg time my brothas...
