malJohann
Race Dog
So, I'm cruising on the highway this morning with a fairly stiff breeze from the side. The scooter doesn't want to go over 90km/h in these conditions. Thoughts about life, the universe and everything keeps me company on days like these. So, up jumps Frustration screaming at me saying "You're not a biker, you don't even HAVE a bike!" and I'm thinking he's right.
So finally, after more than 3¾ years of scootering, its getting to me. I still pass many bikers every day in traffic, them probably being slower due to either inexperience or not riding a bike that's ideal for commuting, but I don't think I've really ever had the experience of what it is to be a true biker. I mean, ag I just don't know anymore. What do you think?
So finally, after more than 3¾ years of scootering, its getting to me. I still pass many bikers every day in traffic, them probably being slower due to either inexperience or not riding a bike that's ideal for commuting, but I don't think I've really ever had the experience of what it is to be a true biker. I mean, ag I just don't know anymore. What do you think?
