I don't know how it came to being, but still immersed in the seemingly fake chores of life, I found that there is nothing I love quite as much as traveling.
It all began from a curious quest when I agreed to a friend's offer of driving a Thunderbird.
We took her down to a country road a little out of town, one of the last places on earth I ever thought I'd seek Nirvana, let alone actually attain it.
I never loved bikes that much, but all of that was about to change. The world felt much different, with a gnarling beast following my command every moment along the road. From that time on, there have been countless breakdowns, countless repairs, and countless leg burns from silencers, things that now feel like occupational hazards.
From that point on, started a series of events like live shows with my band, some work related journeys and pretty soon, it was fairly obvious that the odometer of my life would face a serious rise.
Before I knew it, I had become part of a two part biker 'gang' who love nothing more than the intense note of a Royal Enfield Growl. The road became a part of our brethren, and we became worshipers of the beast.
Both of us being crazy photographers, our journeys went on to mean much more to us than random traveling, two of our favorite things (photography and biking) had somehow seemed to compliment each other perfectly. It works out heavily in our favor, we go places and click photos of things that unless clicked how we visualize them, any third person would just not understand.
Now, for me a time has come where I abide by a simple theory of life, what matters when you go to bed one last time, is the experiences you've had, the places you've seen. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep adding to that list.
It all began from a curious quest when I agreed to a friend's offer of driving a Thunderbird.
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| The Beast |
We took her down to a country road a little out of town, one of the last places on earth I ever thought I'd seek Nirvana, let alone actually attain it.
I never loved bikes that much, but all of that was about to change. The world felt much different, with a gnarling beast following my command every moment along the road. From that time on, there have been countless breakdowns, countless repairs, and countless leg burns from silencers, things that now feel like occupational hazards.
From that point on, started a series of events like live shows with my band, some work related journeys and pretty soon, it was fairly obvious that the odometer of my life would face a serious rise.
Before I knew it, I had become part of a two part biker 'gang' who love nothing more than the intense note of a Royal Enfield Growl. The road became a part of our brethren, and we became worshipers of the beast.
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| Riders on the storm |
Both of us being crazy photographers, our journeys went on to mean much more to us than random traveling, two of our favorite things (photography and biking) had somehow seemed to compliment each other perfectly. It works out heavily in our favor, we go places and click photos of things that unless clicked how we visualize them, any third person would just not understand.
Now, for me a time has come where I abide by a simple theory of life, what matters when you go to bed one last time, is the experiences you've had, the places you've seen. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep adding to that list.
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| Me with the Demon |
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