Saturday, November 6

No responsibilities, just a motorcycle

Wamin, France, '94?

I think of those days often, when my shovel was my only transport and I could jump on it at (almost) a moment's notice and ride somewhere... anywhere. Stop when you're tired. Start riding again when you feel like it.

I wouldn't swap the experience of having children for anything, but the kind of freedom I had in those days has still been a high price to pay.

1 comment:

Knuckle Buster said...

After the divorce and all the kids have been arrested...it comes back!