What’s on my mind:
L-O-V-E: I’ve been beaten senseless by it, nurtured by it, angered and cowed by it, built up to impossible levels of self confidence by it, humiliated by it, betrayed and cheated by it, humbled by it, awed by it, and tortured and sustained by it. Yes, love hurts, except for when it doesn’t. So why do I put up with it? It’s fickle and can be untrue, but when it’s right, there is nothing else but it. But here’s the thing- do we surrender and possibly lose ourselves to it, or do we throw it off and make a new way for ourselves in spite of the good it might have brought us if we had stayed? I don’t know. I can make an argument for both, but I know my heart will ask me to bear the ills I have rather than fly to others I know not of. If this ends up being my weakness or my strength; time will tell.
My first bike was one of these: it had the black battery cover and club-man bars.
Spotted in Seattle: cherry GPz1100, right down to the Grab On grips.
