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I have dreampt of many things sleeping and wide awake. I dream about roller blading as fast as lighting through the traffic
of NYC, then I buy those beautiful blades. I go everywhere on them, like they are my new feet or the only shoes I own.
I dream of living in a warm clean place unlike the city of New York or London, so I move to Vegas, a few years after I
return from my short stay in London. Vegas is warmer, but it's no paradise. you can't even roller blade there - its too hot,
sterile and emotional void.
Finally, I can't avoid the the dream that has an obvious overbaring pull inside my chest. A feeling that moves me to Los
Angeles and the fulfillment of my last seemingly impossible dream where I am sitting upon my own crotch rocket. I am not 20
something anymore, but I don't care. I take the test, I buy the learner bike and I hit the road. That was over six months
ago and my dream doesn't feel dream like at all, but just like another part of me that always existed. Although, every now
and then I remember who I was before.
Motorbiking is in me, like those rollerblades were, accept the feeling experienced when motorcycling is a far larger and
intense feeling than any feeling skating had ever produce. My motorized cycling machine can take me anywhere I want to go...anywhere
in my concious moments. Now I dream of something new, as I ride my bike upon the asphalt going nowhere and everywhere I want
to go.
My bike has been very reliable and I feel very comfortable riding it. My first bike was a yellow Ninja EX250. I bought it
new , but I wouldn't recommend purchasing a new bike - buy your first bike used. Some buy big bikes to start out; however,
if you value your life let go of your ego and be smart and safe. There is plenty of opportunity to ride the big bikes. A few
months is all it takes before one is ready to upgrade to a bike with real performance power, especially if you to ride everyday
or often.
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The New Yorker!
I can't believe that I have replaced my beloved NYC with a life in Socal (a rather small beach town). New York helped
me create art ; the art of seeing and shaping ones life to make it worth living. Most importantly, it also made me a fighter.
However, Los Angeles somehow offers me freedom and inner peace that I was never able to achieve in NY. NYC is a hard place
to live and if you're you'll always keep your guard up - in order to avoid the pit falls of a metropolis. As a result, New
Yorkers have a sense of depth that Californians can hardly relate to, but they are also a little unfriendly. I can't imagine
that anyone would describe NY as a place where one can easily access true quality of life, but that's just my opinion. No
one enjoys the rat race for long, as they begin to age. Honestly, I believe most New Yorkers would leave, if they could take
all there family members with them. People make a life there, but the truth is they make a sacrifice spiritually, NY is lost
in too many people who aren't happy and many are very lonely. Being born and raised in NYC means it will always be apart of
me, but realistically it will never again be my home.
R.I.P. NYC!
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