Eesti keeles lugemiseks keri allapoole 😉 The next morning, I calmly went for breakfast. I had no desire to go to the motorcycle because I didn’t know its condition and what would happen next. There was a light tremor in my soul because this time I had no shoulder to lean on, and I could …
“Why are you going to compete with the motorcycle?” asked my newly turned five-year-old daughter on Friday noon as I tried to pack things and locate all my moto gear, which had been idle for two years. “Good question,” I had to admit to her. “Probably because it makes me feel alive, challenges myself, shakes …