Kenny and I have been riding motorcycles together for some time now. To the observer we seem to ride with the same style, same pace, and the same lines. On more than one occasion it has been called a dance.
Riding relationships, platonic or otherwise can be tricky to navigate. In my experience so far I can sum them up in three main categories.
There is a popular saying, ‘You never see a motorcycle parked outside of a psychiatrist’s office.’ The sentiment being that motorcycling keeps you sane. Does it help you discover deeper meaning?