A Motorcycle ride

I took a hiatus from writing. It seems that when life appears to be good, I stop writing. A travesty I should say. During those times, I do let myself appear in more pictures, which is a bit odd. I hate to write but I allow myself to be photographed. Reverse when I feel the reverse. I love to take photographs though, unconditionally.

I was riding my motorcycle the other day, a long very much needed ride, when about 23 miles into my journey, I lost my odometer and my speedometer. When I ride I just follow the road, each time taking a new and unexplored path. Here I was now, in the middle of a road without any signs of life, scenery I had never experienced, headed away from my home without any guage of how fast I was going except the wind in my face and the rpms of the bike. I suddenly realised that this was perfectly analogous to life. We are always speeding away from some origin, never really knowing how far we have gone or how fast we are going. We just drive and drive without knowing exactly how much gasoline is left in the tank, all the while debating when it is time to turn back, to find a pit stop, to quit...but the open road and unseen sights beckon us to go further. Even then we wonder which side roads to take and which roads to continue down.

I road and explored for several more hours, each minute feeling a bit uneasy, yet the same time oddly free. I rarely saw any other human, and just hummed down the road as fast I could at time, and at other times a nice leisurely pace. I saw creeks and rivers, abandoned towns and forests. Each moment I seemed to be navigating through a new and unexplored world, each memory I had to hold as I knew the fuel in the tank was running lower and lower. I eventually turned back, just in time to get home before dark, with all but fumes remaining of my once full gas tank.

Just like life.