When I was young, my father introduced me to speed. At first, it was bicycles and Power Wheels, but that eventually led to motocross bikes and highly-modified racing ATVs, which then led to cars and street bikes. Now I appreciate all forms of speed, like most gear heads.
Like a drug, speed is something we crave. Faster, we push ourselves until we reach a special place that can almost be described as another dimension. It might not last long, but for a brief moment it allows us to leave behind the world we knew and enter into a frightening (yet, relieving) sliver of time that is indescribable. Even if only for a split second, crossing into this realm of euphoric danger reminds us that life is still wonderful. And as we age, as the struggles and problems pile on, we begin to appreciate this feeling even more.
- September 08, 2014
- Kurt Diserio