"Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space
Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild"
Bought my first motorcyle last week. Suzuki Boulevard M50.
Sweet machine. I have wanted a bike for a long time and last week I was at
just the right place and just the right time for it to happen.
I went riding with my buddy Bob on last Tuesday. "We are going to
take it easy and stick to low traffic, back country roads", he said.
I really liked those words. "Easy". "Low traffic". The first
thirty minutes were both exciting and nerve racking. This was my first
real ride on a street bike. We were riding some very easy, low
traffic, back country roads. Then 5:30 came. 5:30 PM. If you
are familiar with southern Wake County, 5:30 PM, think of the
following roads: Ten-Ten Road, Old Stage Road, Highway 401. Do they
embody the words, "easy", "low traffic", "back country"?
Four hours later when we pulled back into my driveway I couldn't stop
smiling. We made it! I had survived to ride another day. It
was all I had imagined and more.
Thinking back to when we traversed the highways with 4 million other
people that day this song comes to mind. Head out on the highway, looking
for adventure, heavy metal thunder, racin with the wind...Born to be wild!
If I had bought this bike 10 years earlier I might have been born to be
wild. But now, at 39, with a wife and two beautiful daughters, I
think I'll stick to the easy, low traffic, back country roads. I was
probably born to be mild.
Sweet machine. I have wanted a bike for a long time and last week I was at
just the right place and just the right time for it to happen.
I went riding with my buddy Bob on last Tuesday. "We are going to
take it easy and stick to low traffic, back country roads", he said.
I really liked those words. "Easy". "Low traffic". The first
thirty minutes were both exciting and nerve racking. This was my first
real ride on a street bike. We were riding some very easy, low
traffic, back country roads. Then 5:30 came. 5:30 PM. If you
are familiar with southern Wake County, 5:30 PM, think of the
following roads: Ten-Ten Road, Old Stage Road, Highway 401. Do they
embody the words, "easy", "low traffic", "back country"?
Four hours later when we pulled back into my driveway I couldn't stop
smiling. We made it! I had survived to ride another day. It
was all I had imagined and more.
Thinking back to when we traversed the highways with 4 million other
people that day this song comes to mind. Head out on the highway, looking
for adventure, heavy metal thunder, racin with the wind...Born to be wild!
If I had bought this bike 10 years earlier I might have been born to be
wild. But now, at 39, with a wife and two beautiful daughters, I
think I'll stick to the easy, low traffic, back country roads. I was
probably born to be mild.
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