Hi Guys.
I just wanted to have a bit of a rant. A chance to get things off my shoulder. Now, usually I keep what I feel to myself, but, what better way to clean the laundry, then by airing it...
I think, since February 4th, this is one of the saddest days I have had. As selfish as it may be, it is because of Motorcycles that I am sad. I just want to be out on the roads driving around on my bike, maybe not the Evil blue one I had, but a bike none the less. As I say that, I know I am conflicted. I made an oath to a young lady, who is consequently 4 on Sunday, that I would not ride a bike again. Can I deny who I am though? I know at heart I am a motorcyclist. I love it. There has been no other time in life where I have felt that life had a meaning, being on the road, getting down in the corners, knowing that you are but 1 of a few select people that have this mode of transport.
I find myself parusing Trade-Me, looking at the bikes. Thinking, oh that would be nice to drive, or that, or maybe even that. No, that one is shit, but that one...oh, get me a towel.
My return to work is slated, who the f*ck knows when? I don't know. Really, I don't care. I miss home, I have spent more time away than I have there. Sometimes I feel as if I am the bomb, ready to explode!!!!!!!!!!!!(I know I said bomb, and used a picture of a gun, oh well)
I shall go now, and hit my head against the wall over there!
Somebody one day will say, 'Gee, he really is an angry person.'
Yeah, really? You think!

 
			
 
						
					 
					
					
 
  
		
				
				
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