Life After My Bike!

I used to ride... hardcore. Its Now been 2 Long months since my bike was sold, I would rather say she was "Taken car off" by my dad for multiple reasons, none of which I will ever understand or even want to try to understand. Ever since that day I have given up riding, I am now just like most mortals, lead a boring life filled with going to work, clocking in my hours and coming back, no thrills or adrenaline Rush's involved. Life will never be the same. The biker in me has be snuffed out. The light at the end of the tunnel is finally vi sable, At the far end is my father... content and smiling, he will never have to worry of my long escapades and besides him stands a very relieved girl who can sleep knowing that I'm in my room, sober and asleep, like most mortals!

My bike is now lying in someones garage, probably dirty and covered in dust. The shine and glimmer must be all gone. The grim reaper has be finally tamed her run cut short by some techie who will probably never ride the way I did. All I have are memories of long rides with her and my buddies, will need to live off them because I God alone knows when I will feel the wind in my hair and sun beating down on us relentlessly as we thump along the highways of this vast beautiful country!