The night seems to be friendly, as you rip through it in a fast speeding bike to a place you do not know; the road ahead is lit up in an eerie lonely orange glow, and you keep on riding, as if somehow floating in an orange space where the air seems so much lighter, smoother; the wind lashes out, but somehow its whips are softened by the numbing thrill of the excitement to be free, to be unrestrained.
Or a road trip in the day, across paddy fields and under the rocky mountain high gives you the same sensation which seems to be from out of this world. You can roar on, and you feel the sun’s warmth kissing your back softly, the touch of its scorching lips somehow soothed by the cool blowing winds. Your shirt flaps in the air; you can feel the pulse of engine as it almost throttles you in its vivacity. You feel like you are the master of the road, of the fields and the mountains, of the world and its people. You truly feel like God.
All bike lovers are willing to live on the edge and more often, off it! They are willing to play on the borderline, and they get a great kick out of toying with their machine. They want to push on beyond boundaries, and they really live life to the lees, unlike what people think of them however.