SPEED

I learned to drive a motorbike when I was 12. Ever since then it was pure exhilaration. To have total control and freedom. The wind blowing on your face, your hand clutching for speed.



I always felt that a motorcycle was an extension of your limbs. Somehow it was part of your body and overall total personality. You are what you drive (even though I could not afford anything more than an XRM.) Soon, I will be in top form again. To be able to race among the best.

And to forget memories.

Of times of pure recklessness.

And freak accidents.

When fate and kismet combine.

To weave the cycle of destiny.

Intercepted by the caring hearts of strangers.

And the compassion for sport and competition.

Thank you to everyone who supported me through this.