**At first, daunting.A form of transportation that is totally alien to your every sense. The frustration at lack of familiarity with its operation leads to sheer terror when something goes wrong and you lose control. That’s why slow and steady wins the race.**
**Vulnerability. For the first time, you experience yourself out in an intersection, naked. Surrounded by drivers in their cars. A vantage point you have never experienced them in before. You can hear their muffled radios thru the closed windows, feel the radiant heat from their hot engines, smell the acrid exhaust from their tailpipes. It is a sensory overload.**
**Moving down the boulevard sitting on a saddle in the open air instead of strapped in a car seat enclosed in a sterile, climate controlled box. You can hear the city bustling with life. You can smell what the restaurants are serving as you ride by. Your view is 280 degrees of the most emotional sensory input you will ever experience. It’s like experiencing 4K HD after a lifetime of living grainy VHS.**
**You brave a bit of throttle. Everything speeds up as if you hit a fast forward button. All of your sensory input increases accordingly. The hum of your tires contacting the pavement, the more aggressive growl of the engine, the wind kissing the cool sweat on your body and caressing you as it slips by. You become hyper aware and hyper alive.**
**You pull your bike back into your garage or carport. You lock it up, she is one of your cherished possessions after all. You don’t go straight in, not yet. You kneel next to her. Feel the texture of the smooth bodywork. Listen to the ticking of the hot exhaust and brake discs as they cool.**
**On your way back in, you turn around for one last glance.**
**That was my first ride and why I will ride for the rest of my life."**