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be still my heart

Chrome… beautiful shining chrome.some women love diamonds, they are nice, however, a well looked after bike, all polished up and warm from the ride.. Aaaahhh bliss.

p1000568The rider had stopped for a break, I was close enough to the bike I could hear her settling down, the little pings, and noises that she made… what a beautiful sound. I toured her, and enjoyed viewing her.  I believe that even inanimate objects know when they are loved and cared for.  This lady had to purr when she was on the highway.  Her owner took really good care of her.  She had every right to be proud.

p1000567I did meet the owner ,=^_^= , when I was asked how did I know who owned the bike, I needed only to look, they must have cut quite the figure when the two of them took to the roads.  Thank you Paul for being so courteous to someone who fell in love with  your very special “lady”.

PL Principle # 3 – I will live with a mind of appreciation towards others and things..

Never limit your dreams… appreciate the world around you… One second can be a lifetime. The time spent with that Harley had the excitement and thrill of delightful flirtation that took bloom and flew into the  storehouse of my daydreams.  It was a WOW factor

WE should all have them.. =^_^=

PL Precept # 21   Live in Perfect Liberty

PL Precept # 2  To live is to Express One’s  Self.

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Riding such a bike on an open stretch of road, (secondary road) through valleys, hillsides.. would be AMAZING… The freedom of the open road, skies over head stretching out into forever, Yum….. no radios. no electronic gadgets, just the purring of the engine, and “man” riding as one. YESSSSS

the joy of transformation

 
harley davidson -flickrGood morning everyone… how is your day so far?  Good I hope.  When I drove into the gym parking lot today I found myself parked beside a gleaning black and chrome Harley.  I would have taken a picture but hot not been prepared to run into such a beauty.  She was polished to perfection.  Obviously the rider had ridden her to the gym, but even with the light dust she acquired during her morning ride she shone. I took the time to tour the bike, walk around her and really check her out.  Wow, the love her owner  showers on her was obvious. When I got home I tried to find a picture of a dirty bike in my files, even went on Pinterest.

motorcycle, dirt riding

Except for action shots like this one, most of the bikes are in immaculate condition.  I bet that as soon as that little treasure got back home, it was cleaned down and not a spec of dirt would remain on it anywhere.  The motorcycles that I  found in my travels, (research) even the vintage old classis, were in top form.  Like the motor I used the other day, they radiate love.  Their chrome and bodies are pristine.  Ok what am I getting at, ladies, not only men  love the motorcycle, the motorcycle is an art piece just as an inanimate object.  OK not everyone agrees, but there are a lot who do.  Myself included.

harley davidson knucklehead   by bigblockagency on flickr

Most riders I know develop respect for the bike they are riding.  They trust the vehicle to transport them to another space in time.  And really, until you’ve ridden on one, felt the power beneath you, you don’t realize just how personal being on a bike is.

motorcycle riding

The first time I took a corner on a motorcycle other than a touring bike, I was transformed from a passenger or driver of a car, to a motorcycle enthusiast.  I was ready to grab a rag and start shining the chrome when we got back  from our ride.  If I thought I loved riding a bike when I rode as a passenger on a Honda gold Wing, ( my legs were too short and I too “little” to attempt to hold a Gold Wing up on my own, I tried!)  I became a tad fanatic about a road and off road bike (Triumph Tiger)  In a split second, I had been transformed and it was a transformation.   I wanted the leathers and I always wanted to be out riding. Good or bad weather didn’t really matter, I wanted the wind on my face,  and the freedom of being in Nature unconfined by a metal or fiberglass box around me.

via Hristina Ivanoava

I don’t ride at all now, but the love of the ride has never left me, nor the joy of transformation, the thrill of a new discovery.  The true happiness of finding another dimension of yourself in life, how wonderful a shift of gears can be…  To do those curves, you have to lean into them, balance, be in harmony with the bike and the motion of being there.  You are in the moment.  Living it, there is no other way!

pictures – Pinterest

 

 

 

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