Here I am, over 40.
In spite of the fact that now I understand much better what is happening around me, even if sometimes I feel that the responsibilities are putting too much pressure on my shoulders, I still remember very well my vision about life from when I was 25.
Well, the years just rolled by from when I was 25, the age when you feel that your boss is extremely stupid and you see yourself in his place in a couple of months.
It took me some long time to achieve that and it was much harder that I thought at the beginning.
It took as well many years to see my daughter grew up, becoming an adolescent and when I was thinking that we will understand each other better, she told me that she’s always right and I’m always wrong.
I needed a long time to understand that not always the people who say ”I will stand by you forever” really mean it and sometimes it takes a long time to recover from the disappointments.
Like it wasn’t enough, I started to feel harder and harder the years of paying the mortgage at the house where I live in.
In all this ”normality” the time has done its job and slowly started to take away from me the people which I loved most. I looked at the bunch of money from my hand and I realized they weren’t that much. The inheritance from my dad.
I started to feel the pressure coming from everywhere: job, bank, teenage daughter, consumerism society. On top of that, the hardest thing, my missing dad.
Most of my friends told me to consult a psychologist in order to clear my head and in few years, I might become happy with my life. Only two of my old friends, from my youth, suggested me to buy a motorcycle.
The choice was hard to make but, in the end, I took my old buddy’s advice.
I bought a motorcycle!!!
I felt like I was 25 again, beeing happy and running away from home with only some clothes in my backpack.
In my first long solo motorcycle journey, I stopped 5 times in 60 km, that’s how much adrenaline ran through my veins at that moment.
I started to discover things along the road, which I have never noticed before. I felt smells, I felt the bumps from the road, I felt different the rain and more different the sun. I felt happy and free!
I love my motorbike and I prefer to spend my time in the saddle instead on the psychologist couch. For me, becoming a motorcyclist it worked perfectly, much better than going to 10 psychologists!
I became motorcyclist at over 40 and I advised my friends to become motorcyclists too. I already spent with my motorcycle over 80 000 km of fabulous roads. Now, the normality it looks different, much more close to my reality.
Even my daughter says I’m right, from time to time. ? 🙂
Buying my motorcycle was my best investment ever. Thx dad!
P.S. My passion for traveling on a motorcycle went so far over the years, that at some stage I build Motonest. A mobile app created and dedicated for motorcyclists and their needs.