I think it’s funny the look I get when I tell some people I ride a bike. Usually because I guess they are surprised by the thought that I ride a motorcycle. Bike=/= motorcycle. And then when I explain to them I ride a bicycle, they usually have this “oh” reaction as if it’s all of suddenly detractive. And I always explain it like this. Why would I want to ride a motorized motorcycle, when I can use my own energy and strength to propel and move myself forward. Rather than use a simple throttle which only requires a lackluster twisting motion of the hands, I can use my the power of my legs. And that power has helped me reach 20-30mph or even a bit more sometimes. Just the thought of the capabilities of the human body, and the strength within ourselves continues to amaze me.
My spirit animal is actually a fruit bat. Or so I’ve been told.
Haha, your definitley right I’m sorry. We’ll see each other the next time I return home, and I’m sure our HS reunion won’t be for several more years.
Listening to the Inception soundtrack made the 5 hour drive back to LA for school feel like a dream. Hans Zimmer you’ve really outdone yourself.
I’m not sure how this is relevant to anything.