When you crash, you not only affect your bike and your body, but also the people you love.
My brother wants me to stop motorcycling. That’s not gonna happen,
and as he has never ridden a motorbike or read “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” with an open heart, it won’t be communicable. Motorbiking is such an intrinsic thing, you really can’t reach out to civilians. This blog is an attack at the windmills, but I guess my brother doesn’t read it.
Oh well! (I guess G#d wrote this under creation, as well!)