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Most centered and happy? This is a question that I get a lot of backlash over.
My answer is simple: on two wheels, at high speed, side by side with my Brothers.
People hear that, and immediately jump back at me with nonsense like "you don't love your kids?" Or "I knew a guy who knew a guy, who was my third cousin seven times removed, who's best friend's brother's roommate died on a motorcycle."
Cool story. I'm sorry for the loss of another rider, but as heartless as it may sound: I don't care. I didn't know them. Their death carries no impact for me. My joy is found on the road with nothing but two tires and a rumbling V-twin between me and the pavement that's rolling under me so fast that it seems no more than a blurry, faded black line.
They say trust is built 3 feet apart, at 90mph. I'm inclined to agree. But it's far more than the trust. It's the Brotherhood. The belonging. The mentality that we few (we happy few) have banded together over a common love, and grown to a level of respect, trust and love for one another that we would happily lay our life down for one another without a second's hesitation. That love of a Brother hugging your neck, and knowing that there is nothing that the two of you wouldn't do for each other.
And on the side of the admittedly dangerous way of life that is motorcycles; if you've never experienced that gut-wrenching, heart-racing, world-stopping thrill of absolute freedom, rolling down the road at speed with nothing to save you from the unforgiving pavement but your own wit and skill, and nothing to stop you but a gas tank and your own physicality, then I'm afraid you simply have not truly lived. There is no greater joy and freedom than in knowing that on a whim, you could just fall off the map and get lost in the beauty and splendor of our incredible countryside and disappear. Away from the bustle, away from the crowds, away from the stress. Just you and the road, the rumble of the pipes and the howl of the wind, and the choice of growth or death literally sitting in your wrists.
Where do I feel most centered and happy? In that perilous place that so few will go, and most will never understand.
My answer is simple: on two wheels, at high speed, side by side with my Brothers.
People hear that, and immediately jump back at me with nonsense like "you don't love your kids?" Or "I knew a guy who knew a guy, who was my third cousin seven times removed, who's best friend's brother's roommate died on a motorcycle."
Cool story. I'm sorry for the loss of another rider, but as heartless as it may sound: I don't care. I didn't know them. Their death carries no impact for me. My joy is found on the road with nothing but two tires and a rumbling V-twin between me and the pavement that's rolling under me so fast that it seems no more than a blurry, faded black line.
They say trust is built 3 feet apart, at 90mph. I'm inclined to agree. But it's far more than the trust. It's the Brotherhood. The belonging. The mentality that we few (we happy few) have banded together over a common love, and grown to a level of respect, trust and love for one another that we would happily lay our life down for one another without a second's hesitation. That love of a Brother hugging your neck, and knowing that there is nothing that the two of you wouldn't do for each other.
And on the side of the admittedly dangerous way of life that is motorcycles; if you've never experienced that gut-wrenching, heart-racing, world-stopping thrill of absolute freedom, rolling down the road at speed with nothing to save you from the unforgiving pavement but your own wit and skill, and nothing to stop you but a gas tank and your own physicality, then I'm afraid you simply have not truly lived. There is no greater joy and freedom than in knowing that on a whim, you could just fall off the map and get lost in the beauty and splendor of our incredible countryside and disappear. Away from the bustle, away from the crowds, away from the stress. Just you and the road, the rumble of the pipes and the howl of the wind, and the choice of growth or death literally sitting in your wrists.
Where do I feel most centered and happy? In that perilous place that so few will go, and most will never understand.
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After moving to Minnesota when I was in college, and then visiting back throughout my time in the Navy has led me to feel happy and centered here, in MN, unlike any other place I've lived.
Can't explain but it's where my family is from; perhaps it's in the blood. I'm in the process of trying to move back so that I can feel it always.
Can't explain but it's where my family is from; perhaps it's in the blood. I'm in the process of trying to move back so that I can feel it always.
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I will feel the most centered and happy exercising my God given right to vote in just a few days
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The place I feel most centered and happy is home. There are so many things going on in life and in my family's lives that this is the best place to be.
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I feel most centered and happy in my sunroom. It’s bright, beautiful, peaceful and quiet.
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I like to walk the trails at Jefferson Barracks Park in St Louis county and also along the Mississippi River. Alone.
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