How Much Longer?
July 25, 2015
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'I'm getting also one-time for this', I think, every bit I bike the motorbike upwards the ramp into the dorsum of the van, existence careful non to bump my head, even as well as thus inevitably doing so. Not the source fourth dimension that idea has flashed through my brain, unremarkably preceded past times it's sallow sis sentiment, 'This used to endure easier'.
What in ane trial was 'How Fast?', is fast becoming 'How Long?'. The fact that it is harder makes it all the to a greater extent than desireable, as well as every nanometer of improvement a huge victory, Sun shiney novel donkey on an one-time dog's sleeping tricks as well as all that shite. Some days every shift, every corner, every wheelie feels similar an obscene gesture directed squarely at maturity, at the "norms". If y'all can't bring together 'em, to hell amongst 'em I guess.
For some, whatever type of life is enough. For others it is the lineament of life that actually matters, as well as for the oddball few that lineament is tied umbilically to two-wheels patch for the genuinely insane it is racing on two-wheels.
Due to the inevitable vagaries of life, every racer reaches a breaking point, a come upwards to god moment, a serenity realization, the twenty-four lx minutes stream arrives, that they volition non race whatever longer. Some bow out gracefully, others drift slow away inward pursuit of other passions, roughly encounter their fate harshly as well as violently patch others hang on every bit long every bit they can. And for a really pick out few, similar the human being inward the motion-picture present below, they transcend away on to thrive as well as win, seemingly laughing every bit the years transcend by, patch guardians of Ponce de Leon's secrets.
On a personal level, I'm non certain where my breaking signal is. If y'all asked me today, "How much longer?", I would in all likelihood say, "As long every bit I goddamn good please." As long every bit I can.
What in ane trial was 'How Fast?', is fast becoming 'How Long?'. The fact that it is harder makes it all the to a greater extent than desireable, as well as every nanometer of improvement a huge victory, Sun shiney novel donkey on an one-time dog's sleeping tricks as well as all that shite. Some days every shift, every corner, every wheelie feels similar an obscene gesture directed squarely at maturity, at the "norms". If y'all can't bring together 'em, to hell amongst 'em I guess.
For some, whatever type of life is enough. For others it is the lineament of life that actually matters, as well as for the oddball few that lineament is tied umbilically to two-wheels patch for the genuinely insane it is racing on two-wheels.
Due to the inevitable vagaries of life, every racer reaches a breaking point, a come upwards to god moment, a serenity realization, the twenty-four lx minutes stream arrives, that they volition non race whatever longer. Some bow out gracefully, others drift slow away inward pursuit of other passions, roughly encounter their fate harshly as well as violently patch others hang on every bit long every bit they can. And for a really pick out few, similar the human being inward the motion-picture present below, they transcend away on to thrive as well as win, seemingly laughing every bit the years transcend by, patch guardians of Ponce de Leon's secrets.
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| Roper. Probably older than you..... as well as a whole lot faster |
On a personal level, I'm non certain where my breaking signal is. If y'all asked me today, "How much longer?", I would in all likelihood say, "As long every bit I goddamn good please." As long every bit I can.