In my early to mid 20's, I rode a Suzuki back and forth to work. I enjoyed the adrenaline rush, same reason I was the most gung-ho guy in my fire company. I had to be the first one to pack up and charge into a burning building. Loved the rush it gave me. The thrill was something I craved.
Now at 65, and thinking about my dad passing at 68, I'm grateful for every day God grants me. I have kept my motorcycle license current all this time, but the desire has faded.
