I know it's bad...
but I want a motorcycle! It's bad because I know that if I get one, it will literally be the end of me. No pulling punches, just the truth. I love the speed, and too much speed can be bad...but I don't think I'd know how much is too much. This is why I don't have one.
Here it is, my bike.
A Ducati, red, fast. Nothing less.
I know the risks of riding such a bike, but part of me doesn't care. I love the adrenaline rush. I want to skydive as well purely for the adrenaline. I think my problem would be that I'd get the adrenaline rush from going 90mph, but soon that will wear off, so it's time to try 100mph...same thing, eventually that rush would wear off. It would only be a matter of time until I'm maxing it out, and when you play with fire you're bound to get burned; it's only a matter of time.
I've always thought that I could drive a car as fast as it could possibly go, and I had my chance. A couple of years ago, I was in Germany on the autobahn in a Mercedes. A dream come true. I pushed it and pushed it, but I had to draw the line. I could feel myself wanting to go faster, but it wasn't just me; I had 2 passengers. In the end, I didn't want something to happen where I'd have to be the one that had to explain to parents what happened, so I hit my limit. It was about 120mph. I think had they not been in the car, I would not have stopped. I don't wish that on anyone. I found out my limit of what I was willing to risk with others involved. I know enough about myself that given a different set of circumstances (alone on a bike), I would not know when to stop.
That's my story...
Here it is, my bike.
A Ducati, red, fast. Nothing less.
I know the risks of riding such a bike, but part of me doesn't care. I love the adrenaline rush. I want to skydive as well purely for the adrenaline. I think my problem would be that I'd get the adrenaline rush from going 90mph, but soon that will wear off, so it's time to try 100mph...same thing, eventually that rush would wear off. It would only be a matter of time until I'm maxing it out, and when you play with fire you're bound to get burned; it's only a matter of time.
I've always thought that I could drive a car as fast as it could possibly go, and I had my chance. A couple of years ago, I was in Germany on the autobahn in a Mercedes. A dream come true. I pushed it and pushed it, but I had to draw the line. I could feel myself wanting to go faster, but it wasn't just me; I had 2 passengers. In the end, I didn't want something to happen where I'd have to be the one that had to explain to parents what happened, so I hit my limit. It was about 120mph. I think had they not been in the car, I would not have stopped. I don't wish that on anyone. I found out my limit of what I was willing to risk with others involved. I know enough about myself that given a different set of circumstances (alone on a bike), I would not know when to stop.
That's my story...
posted by Rocco @ 7:06 PM
3 Comments:
At 6:24 AM,
Ryan said…
I say: "Go For It!" There are many tracks available for riding bikes such as these, where the roads are built for great speeds, and the penalty for falling is sliding approximately 4 miles until you stop. If you're wearing padded leathers, you'll have trouble moving the next day, but you'll still be intact.
Then, once you've had your adrenaline rush, you could donate the bike to charity. I'd suggest maybe a friend of yours who would drool over and care for the bike in the way God intended. Also, this should be a friend who has the concern and kindness to post nice things to your blog every few days. Also, this friend should have the initials RPV, and he's really good looking, but not NEARLY as good looking(or as kind, witty and charming) as you.
Just an idea.
Seriously though, if you get it, let me ride it before you become road pizza.
At 8:34 AM,
Rocco said…
Thanks for stopping by!
I like this bike in particular because it just looks fast...even when it's not moving.
At 12:48 PM,
Anonymous said…
Screw letting Ryan ride the bike...does he listen to all of your woes late at night?? I want to ride the bike. I totally agree...speed is an addictive thing (as in mph not something I'd swallow, smoke or inject). I tried to convince my mother that taking my dad's old bike that's sat in the shed for years would be a great idea, because I would save on gas money. She knows me too well and knows that me wanting a motorcycle has nothing to do with saving gas money, but is all about the speed. I think she was there when I was a kid and watched dad put governors on the three wheeler and snowmobiles because he was afraid of the speeds that didn't scare me. However, I don't think I want the same bike you want, sure it probably would be more aerodynamically correct and built for speed. I prefer something with a little more comfort for cruising. This doesn't mean I'd turn down the chance to drive any bike you might be in the mood to buy. Let me know when it's ready, because they're going to have to kill a few cows to get enough leather to make me feel safe enough to take the speeds I want. catch ya later, -DR
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