I thought I saw you before I did, and then you were not you, the reflection of a shadow cast that appears long after you have soared above. You didn’t have to die that day, but then again, none of us do. We could have died long before — it could have been a much longer winter. The storm that you bring each time you rev your engine brings storms now, torrential hail and winds that gust from all directions.
It is a fleeting dream, I think, to own a motorcycle. It equates to freedom, which is something I don’t feel I have at the present moment. But a wonderful dream it is….
He sped down the highway, feeling the wind fly through his hair and cause his jacket to flap around him. He hadn’t felt so free in years, maybe in all his life. It was good to let go of it all, everything that’d been holding him back for so long. He finally had a fresh start.
Anonymous
He sped down the highway, feeling the wind fly through his hair and cause his clothes to flap all about. He hadn’t felt so free in years, perhaps in all his life. It was good to let go of it all, everything that’d been holding him back for so many years. He finally had a fresh start
Bob
Take the hog on a ride, follow the roads wherever they take you. There’s a part of you that’s afraid because who knows where the next mile will end up? But there’s the part that you’ve locked up for ages, the one that wants to feel but you’ve caged it so it couldn’t. It wants to venture into the unknown and discover what may lay ahead for you.
I love Motorcycles. just seeing that word awakens apart of me. I love the feeling of riding on the back of one. the feeling of freedom and fear at the same time. the feeling of not being in control but freedom at the same time is what I love when on the back of a motorcycle.
Take me on a ride with your motorcycle
Let me put my arms around your body
Make this journey a remarkable title
I’m holding on already, so go whenever you’re ready
Take me with you under the night sky
Let’s come alive while everybody’s not
E
there was a man riding a motorcycle and he stopped to get some coffee then he went back home.
his motorcycle was black with red stripes
the wind blows in your face as you race past all the cars. the bike you are riding is so thin you can maneuver between and around all the cars. you are riding a motorcycle. your heart pumps in excitement. you decide that you will never ride in a car ever again.
David
After three weeks, Doyle had eleven scalps under his belt, and another sixteen in the pipeline. It was proving far too easy to find scandals to use against the targets, and with the backing he had, very easy to leverage them into something much bigger than they should be. His taxi was heading towards the Capitol Building, blocked in traffic by a parade of war veterans on motorcycles. He watched them pass, a tapestry of denim, chrome and flags. That, he thought to himself, was the kind of people who should be running this country. Those who had paid the price, or at least put their chips down, when they knew the deck was stacked against them. None of the shiny, slimy suits he was busy scaring out of their offices had an ounce of the courage or integrity that those guys roaring past his taxi window were made of.
tonykeyesjapan
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband. She did. It was that her husband wasn’t so damn nimble. Her husband didn’t rev and run and sparkle in the sun. Her husband didn’t make her heart race. He wasn’t a bad ass. Her husband just wasn’t the man on the motorcycle. The man that made her wake up everyday at 6 to go grab a coffee just so she could see the glimpse of the reflection off of his metallic helmet for all of 30 seconds. It was harmless, really. Harmless until motorcycle man decided he too wanted a coffee.
The licence to ride a motorcycle is a simple yet extremely difficult item to acquire in a country like India. To begin with, you can’t just walk in to the office on your own; you need an agent.
Akshay Balan
First time here
techytab
I love watching motorcycle’s go by they are so fun and free. When I was young i wanted to ride one. being on the back of them is so freeing and scary at the same time. I think i want to buy one one day and learn to buy one. get on a open rode and just ride and think. its
techytab
He smelled like motor oil, cheeseburgers, and sweat. She dug her nails into his abdomen and tried not to look at the pavement. The engine drowned out his laughter, but she could feel his entire body shaking with it. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, cursing him and the useless Honda she had to abandon to hitch a ride home.
Deeply engulfed in her miseries and sorrows she paid little heed to the shiny red metallic body put in front of her.
“Vroom vroom” her father said while imitating to ride the bike.
It made little difference to her. The thing she wanted the most coming from a man she despised the most was as good as nothing.
kyungsoo
I’ve always wanted a motorcycle. Ever since I was younger, and I first saw my Uncle ride up to our house on his new Harley-Davidson. It was like a huge, mechanical monster, roaring as it came to a halt. I wasn’t scared though – more in awe that he could control such a beast.
Hannah
All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind your stagnant blood
i can flow again,
then it’s just you and
the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know there’s more to you than that,
well, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.
All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind you just how alive you
how alive you are,
and it’s just you
and the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know you’re more more than just another one,
that, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.
He loomed over the motorcycle as he tried to piece together the previous night. He remembered having a few drinks with his friends, but he had no idea how a motorized bike would end up in his driveway. He was never a fan of them, and none of his friends drove them.
I thought I saw you before I did, and then you were not you, the reflection of a shadow cast that appears long after you have soared above. You didn’t have to die that day, but then again, none of us do. We could have died long before — it could have been a much longer winter. The storm that you bring each time you rev your engine brings storms now, torrential hail and winds that gust from all directions.
It is a fleeting dream, I think, to own a motorcycle. It equates to freedom, which is something I don’t feel I have at the present moment. But a wonderful dream it is….
Fast, accelerating ,fun, dangerous, weapon like, free, one with nature, danger.
I like to ride motorcycle. it could be dangerous if you do not ride it carefully.
Two wheels on pavement, cutting through the open air with thunderous momentum. But this freedom is ultimately a mirage.
He sped down the highway, feeling the wind fly through his hair and cause his jacket to flap around him. He hadn’t felt so free in years, maybe in all his life. It was good to let go of it all, everything that’d been holding him back for so long. He finally had a fresh start.
He sped down the highway, feeling the wind fly through his hair and cause his clothes to flap all about. He hadn’t felt so free in years, perhaps in all his life. It was good to let go of it all, everything that’d been holding him back for so many years. He finally had a fresh start
Take the hog on a ride, follow the roads wherever they take you. There’s a part of you that’s afraid because who knows where the next mile will end up? But there’s the part that you’ve locked up for ages, the one that wants to feel but you’ve caged it so it couldn’t. It wants to venture into the unknown and discover what may lay ahead for you.
I love Motorcycles. just seeing that word awakens apart of me. I love the feeling of riding on the back of one. the feeling of freedom and fear at the same time. the feeling of not being in control but freedom at the same time is what I love when on the back of a motorcycle.
Take me on a ride with your motorcycle
Let me put my arms around your body
Make this journey a remarkable title
I’m holding on already, so go whenever you’re ready
Take me with you under the night sky
Let’s come alive while everybody’s not
there was a man riding a motorcycle and he stopped to get some coffee then he went back home.
his motorcycle was black with red stripes
they are dangerous yet thrilling.
the wind blows in your face as you race past all the cars. the bike you are riding is so thin you can maneuver between and around all the cars. you are riding a motorcycle. your heart pumps in excitement. you decide that you will never ride in a car ever again.
After three weeks, Doyle had eleven scalps under his belt, and another sixteen in the pipeline. It was proving far too easy to find scandals to use against the targets, and with the backing he had, very easy to leverage them into something much bigger than they should be. His taxi was heading towards the Capitol Building, blocked in traffic by a parade of war veterans on motorcycles. He watched them pass, a tapestry of denim, chrome and flags. That, he thought to himself, was the kind of people who should be running this country. Those who had paid the price, or at least put their chips down, when they knew the deck was stacked against them. None of the shiny, slimy suits he was busy scaring out of their offices had an ounce of the courage or integrity that those guys roaring past his taxi window were made of.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband. She did. It was that her husband wasn’t so damn nimble. Her husband didn’t rev and run and sparkle in the sun. Her husband didn’t make her heart race. He wasn’t a bad ass. Her husband just wasn’t the man on the motorcycle. The man that made her wake up everyday at 6 to go grab a coffee just so she could see the glimpse of the reflection off of his metallic helmet for all of 30 seconds. It was harmless, really. Harmless until motorcycle man decided he too wanted a coffee.
The licence to ride a motorcycle is a simple yet extremely difficult item to acquire in a country like India. To begin with, you can’t just walk in to the office on your own; you need an agent.
First time here
I love watching motorcycle’s go by they are so fun and free. When I was young i wanted to ride one. being on the back of them is so freeing and scary at the same time. I think i want to buy one one day and learn to buy one. get on a open rode and just ride and think. its
He smelled like motor oil, cheeseburgers, and sweat. She dug her nails into his abdomen and tried not to look at the pavement. The engine drowned out his laughter, but she could feel his entire body shaking with it. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, cursing him and the useless Honda she had to abandon to hitch a ride home.
Deeply engulfed in her miseries and sorrows she paid little heed to the shiny red metallic body put in front of her.
“Vroom vroom” her father said while imitating to ride the bike.
It made little difference to her. The thing she wanted the most coming from a man she despised the most was as good as nothing.
I’ve always wanted a motorcycle. Ever since I was younger, and I first saw my Uncle ride up to our house on his new Harley-Davidson. It was like a huge, mechanical monster, roaring as it came to a halt. I wasn’t scared though – more in awe that he could control such a beast.
All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind your stagnant blood
i can flow again,
then it’s just you and
the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know there’s more to you than that,
well, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.
All it takes
is strapping on your crown,
giving the ol’ girl two kicks,
a quick rev to remind you just how alive you
how alive you are,
and it’s just you
and the road.
Some might say it’s lonely.
But pretending to be just another sheep
in the flock
when you know you’re more more than just another one,
that, that is the loneliest thing
on Earth.
He loomed over the motorcycle as he tried to piece together the previous night. He remembered having a few drinks with his friends, but he had no idea how a motorized bike would end up in his driveway. He was never a fan of them, and none of his friends drove them.