A high dose of freedom will kill you, but lack of freedom will also kill you as well
There was me riding with a fellow biker the other day through the forests of Huelva, alone with my thoughts inside the helmet, humming a rock classic from time to time and feeling free like a bird.
It can only be an ilusion, as in order to achieve a few hours of freedom on the bike I have had to work hard for the bike, gas, free days…
I actually believe total and absolute freedom doesn’t exist. It is an utopia we will never reach. A passing illusion. We feel free, however, when we’re on the quest for finding it, and in our way we’re getting closer to the unreachable.
Pretty much what riding a motorcycle is.