More than once. I have screamed at the top of my lungs. While riding alone on the freeway. My scream, drowned out by the acoustics of the freeway. I was happy. I was sad. I was angry. I was content.
UNDER THE HELMET NO. 1
I forget what it feels like to ride in the rain. The sting of rain drops. The smell of wet asphalt. The feeling of hypothermia. Oh the thrill.