For the first time ever, I was on a motorcycle this past week. Allow me to introduce Zola, a beautiful fiery red chopper, and her owner, Stephen:
The experience was incredible.
And that’s all I’ve got for you at the moment – it was incredible. We traveled through Grapevine, opening it up out on the access roads paralleling the highway, crossed Grapevine dam, wound our way through downtown. I got into my car the next morning and something was off; the car wouldn’t respond or go like Zola (nor its driver) did. I found myself speeding excessively, windows down, in a subconscious attempt to feel as open and free, thrilled and submissively trusting – as I had the night before.
It’s still riding on my mind, the wind through my hair, forcibly filling my lungs and etching my face. And that type of submissiveness – to the driver, to the bike, to the elements – yet still maintaining a dominant presence. Hmmmmmm….
It’s a perfect experience for a shift in a person’s outlook, if not being.