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| It is the journey and not the destination... |
Tell any motorcyclist this quote above and one will, almost
certainly, get a sheepish smile with a childlike innocence. Motorcycling is an
art. And, long-distance motorcycling to explore uncharted waters is equivalent
to dipping a paintbrush in different colours and spreading them over a canvas…
The vistas that zoom by seem to have a ghostly
mischievousness, for every motorcycle rider hears phantom voices. At times, the
ghosts howl like the wind blowing ferociously. At others, it sounds like a
child chuckling happily, as if just given a mound of fresh mud with a target to
throw at. Or, maybe ocean waves crashing on a rocky beach. Or, like the air flowing
through the hair of the love of one's life…
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| My trusted companion |
A casual shower opens up a thousand vistas floating before a
motorcyclist’s eyes as the rain drops slide up on the helmet visor, inversely reflecting
a microcosm of the vistas zipping by, creating a magical glass. Or, maybe a
kaleidoscope that spins by magic, driven by rain and air and two wheels…
On a motorcycle, the destination blurs in contrast with the
journey, for riding a motorcycle to the destination is not the ultimate goal.
Rather, seeing the sunlight filter through trees is. Or, maybe it is smelling
the fresh grass. Or appreciating grease stained fingers as a part of
motorcycling glory. Or, if one is lucky, then riding in the company of a low
flying bird who dares the motorcyclist to master the mighty winds and soar in a
starry sky…
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| A motorcycle adds colour... |
