The British are Coming!
…i came upon a young boy riding his bicycle down a rural road. As he heard me coming behind him, he stood up on his pedals, head down, gripping bars tightly, shirt open and trailing in the breeze, and pedaled with everything he had. He raced against the wind. He raced against me. All the while he smiled and laughed that secret laughter of youth. It tickled my heart to know that no matter who crossed that imaginary finish line first, in his mind, he won.
“the secret laugh of youth”, I like that… That’s what my Yamaha FZ1 makes me feel like.