I took the motorcycle out for a ride last night. This is something I occasionally do that is totally for me, with no direct benefit to anyone else. It was frivolous and aimless – burning up fuel and time with nowhere to go. It was dangerous – every time I get on a motorcycle it could end poorly. I wore proper gear, from head to foot. Yet I know there’s real risk involved in being on a 2- wheeled machine with no roll cage, no seatbelt, no air bags and the power to exceed any speed limit in a few seconds. All things considered, it’s definitely a form of play and fun for me! A thrill I haven’t found in any other form. I am grateful, even joyful, I can.
Jealous of this