Damoulianos Marios
03-05-05, 12:27 AM
Today was a clear, sunny day that begged me to get the knee over the saddle and get lost. My brother-in-grip Ducatisti, wasn't hard persuading to come along and there we were going nuts over some of the prettiest scenery there must be in a radius of more than 200Km. Twisty, grippy, technical road with turns that need to be "combined" in order to get quickly through. Aggression and joy flourishing together, I felt like flying. One turn leading into the next, the eye looking as far as possible, the mind drawing lines as precise as possible, the hand twisting the grip as much as possible. Dancing with the machine this dance of aggression, judgement, prudence and above all, joy, kilometers of road came and went. The one moment that could have turned into a... Moment, I used all fear-killing preachings and previous experience, pushed the bike, all clear. Reaching the "end point" of the route helmets went off, and the feeling could be openly read on our faces: exhilaration and satisfaction. We had managed to get this feeling "today I managed to do something I couldn't before". A walk on the countryside with the pal, discussing riding and motorcycles, amongst the same breathtaking scenery that was previously trying to lure our concentration from riding. I felt like 15 years old, mystifying with my peer over our interest. I had more than 2 years to feel such a joy with a motorcycle. Sometimes it's so nice to be alive... (and ride a motorcycle :wink: )
Ahoy to all you motorcycle riders...
Ahoy to all you motorcycle riders...