275 days clean, and today I felt alive again. Just got myβ¦
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275 days clean, and today I felt alive again.
Just got my first (real) motorcycle today.
I used to have an Aprilia 50cc RS years ago, but thisβ¦ this was something else entirely. This is the Suzuki GSX 750F. Half sportbike, half touring machine β honestly, the best of both worlds.
When I test rode it at the seller's place, I was terrified. I remember sitting on it for the first time, heart pounding, thinking to myself, "What the hell am I doing?" π The weight, the power, the sheer presence of it β I felt completely out of my depth.
But then my stepdad (who drove me out to look at it) and I got onto the highway, and something started to shift. I kept tucked in behind him the whole way, riding pretty conservatively for that first hour, just trying to get a feel for what I had between my legs. Gradually, the fear started turning into something else. Curiosity, maybe. Respect, definitely.
At some point during the ride, I started getting more comfortable. The bike and I were beginning to understand each other. Then I saw my chance β a bus up ahead, oncoming traffic in the distance, a window just big enough if I gave it some throttle. So I did.
The bike fucking launched. Front wheel went light, and suddenly I was flying down the road, pinned to the seat, adrenaline flooding every cell in my body. But here's the thing β I wasn't panicking. I was in this zone of pure, absolute hyperfocus. Just me, the machine, and the road. Everything else disappeared.
I'm a recovering addict. 275 days today. And I haven't felt that alive in years. I mean truly alive. Like every nerve ending was awake for the first time in forever.
I needed this. I didn't know how badly I needed it until that moment.
For anyone out there struggling β keep going. There's life on the other side, and it's beautiful. I love my life again.
Ride safe, everyone. π€
#motorcycles
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Just got my first (real) motorcycle today.
I used to have an Aprilia 50cc RS years ago, but thisβ¦ this was something else entirely. This is the Suzuki GSX 750F. Half sportbike, half touring machine β honestly, the best of both worlds.
When I test rode it at the seller's place, I was terrified. I remember sitting on it for the first time, heart pounding, thinking to myself, "What the hell am I doing?" π The weight, the power, the sheer presence of it β I felt completely out of my depth.
But then my stepdad (who drove me out to look at it) and I got onto the highway, and something started to shift. I kept tucked in behind him the whole way, riding pretty conservatively for that first hour, just trying to get a feel for what I had between my legs. Gradually, the fear started turning into something else. Curiosity, maybe. Respect, definitely.
At some point during the ride, I started getting more comfortable. The bike and I were beginning to understand each other. Then I saw my chance β a bus up ahead, oncoming traffic in the distance, a window just big enough if I gave it some throttle. So I did.
The bike fucking launched. Front wheel went light, and suddenly I was flying down the road, pinned to the seat, adrenaline flooding every cell in my body. But here's the thing β I wasn't panicking. I was in this zone of pure, absolute hyperfocus. Just me, the machine, and the road. Everything else disappeared.
I'm a recovering addict. 275 days today. And I haven't felt that alive in years. I mean truly alive. Like every nerve ending was awake for the first time in forever.
I needed this. I didn't know how badly I needed it until that moment.
For anyone out there struggling β keep going. There's life on the other side, and it's beautiful. I love my life again.
Ride safe, everyone. π€
#motorcycles
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