Great Rider & Writer

 THE DREAM & PASSION THAT MANYà

WILL NOT UNDERSTAND

I bought a bike for a personal dream.

One day when I am very old and when I can not walk anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.

I met people who taught me something and have the same spirit and I met others that I'm glad I forgot.

I got wet,

I felt cold,

And I felt warm,

I was afraid,

I fell,

And I stood  up,

I even hurt myself,

But also, I laughed out loud inside the helmet.

I spoke a thousand times with myself.

I sang and shouted with joy like a madman,

And yes ... sometimes I cried.

I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.

I often rode trails and pavement with agonizing uphills, rode downhills in amusement of not pedaling sometimes, other times I rode trails full of terror.

I stopped a thousand times to see a landscape.

I spoke with perfect strangers, and I forgot people I see every day.

I went out with my demons inside and returned home with an absolute peace in my heart.

I always thought how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.

Every time I go up to my machine I think about how wonderful it is.

I stopped talking to those who do not understand, (they just do not understand) and I learned through gestures to communicate with other riders.

I spent money that I did not have, giving up many things, but all these things are not worth even a moment about my BIKE

It is not a means of transport or a piece of iron with wheels, it is the lost part of my soul and my spirit.

And when someone says to me: "You have to sell the BIKE and you have to be a more serious person", ... I do not answer. I just swing my head and smile,

Walking on, BIKE..... only the person who loves them understands it.

May God bless my friends and their families.

And the adventure continues. .

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Ref: Dennis Palosoc , Phillipines.

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