For some reason, I’ve been having recurring dreams about riding motorcycles. Happens about once a week – seriously. In some of them, I’m riding a dirt bike (doing all manner of “tricks”), and in others it’s me simply cruising down the road. In all cases, the feeling is euphoric.
This phenomenon is very odd to me, considering I’ve never owned a motorcycle and the extent of my riding experience is limited to tooling around on some friends’ dirt bikes as a kid.
That said, my hard wiring is decidedly that of thrill-seeker and I’ve always been something of a speed freak in general. And not surprisingly, speed feels best – or most intense, anyway – the smaller the vehicle. Jet skis, “regular” skis, motorcycles, you name it. In fact, I’m sure those crazy squirrel suits must be an absolute rush to use; a terrifying one, but exhilarating to be sure.
Anyway, not quite sure what I should do about this. Maybe I just need to shut up and buy a motorcycle. This one looks nice.
Mega meta 