No, this isn't about a bike being stolen. It's about that point in your riding history when you are no longer a rider guiding your bike through corners and going to destinations toward which you've aimed your bike. It's about the day when you're riding, after many years, and - suddenly - your bike disappears. It's the day when your mind is the vehicle, and the machine you're mounted on is the propulsion. It's the day when a thought becomes your reality and instead of the bike taking you into a corner, or to a destination, it's YOU who is taking the bike to those places. It's the day when you don't even feel you're on a bike, but that you're a disembodied spirit that can flow like water around a bend, and fly like a hawk to a far-off place. It's a revelation. It must be what riding is meant to be, because it's the greatest feeling on earth. You are no longer a passenger, you're no longer just a "rider", you're the bike...and the bike is you.
By the way, the GT is a bike that I've grown to understand only gradually. But that understanding reached a new level today, leading to the above "commentary". I've got a RR also, and think it's a magical machine, but for some reason today I found a depth of respect for the GT that I had no idea was possible.
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By the way, the GT is a bike that I've grown to understand only gradually. But that understanding reached a new level today, leading to the above "commentary". I've got a RR also, and think it's a magical machine, but for some reason today I found a depth of respect for the GT that I had no idea was possible.
Thanks for reading...[]