351 days in the making
It has been quite snowy since I moved back, which is alright because I have had lots of interesting things to do inside. Like eating.... I know this might be hard to believe but my mom is a better cook than me. She also cooks with meat every meal. mmmm.
I also have set up what is soon to be a home recording studio, as soon as I can get a program and actually start recording stuff, I have the mics and stuff all set up. Sometimes I plug in my guitar and mic into my acoustic amp and pretend that I am playing in front of thousands of screaming fans...mostly girls...the vast majority of them screaming out my name, when in reality it is only me in my basement. And for the voice solos, you better believe I grab the mic off of the stand, wrap it around my hand and just giver. Everyone goes crazy, I end with a "thank you all very much, and stay in school,” comment just as my mom calls me for supper.
It had been 351 days since I last road a motorbike, that date also coincidentally coincides with how long ago I broke my femur. I said "had" because tonight I boosted the battery on my new bike an 83 Yamaha Virago, and took her for an uninsured, unlicensed spin on the road around my house. It felt like I had somehow; in the past 351 days become a real seasoned motorcyclist, instead of a young and foolish kid. It felt amazing...when I stated down the hill I was a little frightened I admit, but the feeling was soon overcome with the pure excitement that you feel when you are riding a bike. A feeling that I am unable to describe with words you must experience it to understand. I think it is going to be scary to ride again on the road, where vehicles are more readily available to inflict pain. And so I will try this motorcycle thing again, hoping to learn from my experience and be a wiser rider. So much fun...I am glad I trust in a God who has a plan for my life, not using it as an excuse to be stupid, although some people think it stupid to ride again. I think it is stupid to spend the rest of you life fearing something.
yo.
I also have set up what is soon to be a home recording studio, as soon as I can get a program and actually start recording stuff, I have the mics and stuff all set up. Sometimes I plug in my guitar and mic into my acoustic amp and pretend that I am playing in front of thousands of screaming fans...mostly girls...the vast majority of them screaming out my name, when in reality it is only me in my basement. And for the voice solos, you better believe I grab the mic off of the stand, wrap it around my hand and just giver. Everyone goes crazy, I end with a "thank you all very much, and stay in school,” comment just as my mom calls me for supper.
It had been 351 days since I last road a motorbike, that date also coincidentally coincides with how long ago I broke my femur. I said "had" because tonight I boosted the battery on my new bike an 83 Yamaha Virago, and took her for an uninsured, unlicensed spin on the road around my house. It felt like I had somehow; in the past 351 days become a real seasoned motorcyclist, instead of a young and foolish kid. It felt amazing...when I stated down the hill I was a little frightened I admit, but the feeling was soon overcome with the pure excitement that you feel when you are riding a bike. A feeling that I am unable to describe with words you must experience it to understand. I think it is going to be scary to ride again on the road, where vehicles are more readily available to inflict pain. And so I will try this motorcycle thing again, hoping to learn from my experience and be a wiser rider. So much fun...I am glad I trust in a God who has a plan for my life, not using it as an excuse to be stupid, although some people think it stupid to ride again. I think it is stupid to spend the rest of you life fearing something.
yo.
posted by crippled at 21:32
6 Comments:
I'm glad you aren't letting fear keep you away from something you love.
Risks are what it's all made of.
I also like that you pretend to sing to thousands of girls in your basement.
You are a cool one.
Did you know the first Virago was made in '81? And you have an '83, cool. Glad to hear it was a good ride. I go for my frist one in awhile Saturday morning, 9am. BMW R1200S, color me thrilled.
caleb,
it makes me worried to think of you on a bike because you are a lovely individual that i would hate to loose from this earth. but at the same time I applaud your courage and not allowing your fear to dictate what you do.
Look both ways.
:) Hope you have many adventures in the pass. I will be having/am having many/a few adventures in Quebec presently. By adventures, of course, I mean that i am sitting in my hotel room blogging because I'm a little nervous to go out in the real french world again. :) but I will go. Fearlessly. ? Maybe. I'll need supper in a couple hours... hunger may drive me to desperate measures.
ps: my brother likes recording music in the basement. He probably pretends to be famous too. Cool.
a bientot,
michelle
Really amazing! Useful information. All the best.
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