to this day I still don't know why I ride. is it the thrill? or is it the adrenaline to live? feel the wind on my face? risk the threat of dieing?
I say bye to my girlfriend and head off down the small road leading to my apartment. my moterbikes my pride and joy and I use it to go to work everyday things. I'm on my way to meet my mates at the queens b, pub.
as I pull into the pub I see my mate Will waiting for me. "Danny boy! I haven't seen you in ages!" he's say quite excited.
"yeah! nice to see you, I haven't spoken to any of the mates since my wreck." I say with a sad tone behind my deep English voice.
another motercycle pulls in breaking me from my thoughts. it's Dave. "Hey Danny!"
he yells from his R1000. "oh Hey Dave."
I say though gritted teeth. I'm not very find of Dave after my wreck. "mate I sorry I made you fall" he say sadly. "okay" is all I can
manage to say.
