Riding alone

With sun comes a good ride, even if it's winter time. And then just when you sink into nirvana, you meet new friends, also motorcyclists. The day is immediately extended from story to story, which only bikers tell to each other.

As the motorcycle carved through twists and turns, I've found solace in the solitude, relishing the freedom that comes with the hum of tires against the asphalt. The scenery shifted with each passing mile, from rolling hills to dense forests, a canvas painted in hues of green and gold. The ride, initially a solitary pursuit, became a meditation on the beauty of the world and the introspection that accompanies an open road.

These new friends, also seekers of the open road, shared stories of their own journeys, exchanging nods of understanding that transcended language. The camaraderie of the motorcycle community, built on a shared love for the thrill of the ride, quickly enveloped the lone rider in a sense of kinship.