- I miss riding.
- I miss being with my friends.
- I miss the feeling that settles into my heart when i am breathing life in as the miles fade by.
- I miss the inner smile.
- I miss the really feeling.
- I miss life’s adventure.
- I miss my friends’ smiles.
- I miss riding.
i don’t believe you. prove it.tell me something you miss.
I miss froggy. I miss the smell of poo as we wind through the countryside. I miss arboretums, and burgers in New Paltz. I miss laughing with Myko with that uncontrollable glee that a new bike can bring. I miss chocolate chip pancakes.
I miss laughing for no reason at all.
I miss it too
I miss you guys…loads!
I miss myself.
I miss my bike. I miss all the quirks, and the little things about riding that always seem annoying, but later become something you need. I miss waking up early on Saturdays, just to hit the roads before the cars come out.
And damnit, I really miss having a working regulator on my Duc.
Fuzz, others, if you ever whip past a red ’95 900SS/CR, with the rider wearing a yellow helmet, wave. Its me, and I’ve been reading your internet-poo for some time now.