Today I shall embark in an adventure I've been longing to take for over a year. In about 4 hours I will be on the back of a motorcycle, freezing cold, windburned, and frustrated that I can't control the vehicle and must therefore leave the fate of my life in someone else's hands.
Just the way anyone would want to spend their Saturday, huh? And why shouldn't they? I for one, love motorcycles, and am sadistic and morbid enough to enjoy the misery associated with them. I can never gain enough speed so I unceasingly am chasing after the wind.
Unfortunately, the Bible states that chasing after the wind is meaningless....maybe so but if in the process i can impress the man I love, who cares?
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