After a quick felt summer, my bike is gone.  Not to say i will never get another bike, because i will.  For those who have one can tell you that there is no other feeling that can describe riding a motorcycle than just ripping the throttle open and hearing the scream of engine, feeling the wind, seeing the road pass by faster and faster. and of course the blue and red lights behind you, oh yes. for those who know THIS feeling, know that this feeling makes your stomach drop like a water logged brick.

But i will never forget the memories i have had with my friends.  Which brings me to another great point to owning one of these contraptions.  As your time riding motorcycles increase you urge for more. what is more? it could be anything...speed, acceleration, new paint job, new rims, and company. This is the soul reason i miss my bike.   As the summer passed a group of 4 of my friends: joel, trevor, scott, and patrick became brothers to me.  we rode every possible day we could, we encouraged each other to push each one of us to get better at stunting, riding, everything.  Ill be back. that's a promise.

austin.