I wanted to post something POSITIVE.
I haven't got a trust fund, and my chances of winning lotto seem to be the same as everyone else, so I do an office gig in order to pay for my bikes (and mortgage, insurance, and not much else since the money seems to run out about there). Doing the 9-5 sucks pretty bad, and I spend most of my days daydreaming in my happy place (that place in your mind where you go when you don't have the freedom to get on the bike and ride when the sun's shining)...
But every now and then, a moment happens that makes your day better.
Thursday night, client xmas party, edging for the door hoping that some small miracle would relieve the tedium - and it did. One of my clients bought her chick friend (cute as a button, smart and funny too), and in order to get the conversation away from the inevitable work stuff - I blurted an introduction for one of my colleagues - "this is Greg, he's a biker". This is the miracle - Ms Cute as a Button says "I passed my test and I ride too!". Bloody excellent.
She reckons she had a mid life crisis, she's had her Suzuki 150 for a few weeks, and she likes to ride (her bike, before one of you makes the obvious joke).
Whatever the reason, it's frigging great to see newbies find a love of riding, another car LESS on the road, motorcycling becoming a little more mainstream, and just a little proof that miracles do happen.
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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