I bought the bike for a personal dream.
Someday I will sell it for a common dream.

I have met motorcyclists who have taught me something and have enriched my spirit.
I have met others who I am glad I forgot.

I got wet.
I have been cold.
I have had heat.

I laughed a lot inside the helmet.
I have spoken a thousand times with myself.
I sang and shouted for joy like a madman.
And yes ... sometimes I cried.

I have seen wonderful places and have lived unforgettable experiences.

Sometimes I lost my back pain and sometimes I felt fear.

Many times I have made curves that even Valentino would be proud of.
Other times I have made curves of terror.

I stopped a thousand times to look at a view.

I have greeted and talked with perfect strangers, when in life I often find it hard to do it with people you see every day.

I have gone out with the demons inside and I have returned home with peace in my heart.

Other times I thought it was dangerous.

Every time I ride a motorcycle I think how wonderful it is.

I have stopped talking to someone who does not understand and I spend hours doing this with someone who could not even speak.

I spent money that I could not with sacrifices, but the value of every moment in which I am riding my motorcycle is incalculable.

It is not a means of transport, nor a piece of iron.
It is the lost part of my soul and my spirit.

And to whom he says: you have to sell it, you have to grow up and be a serious person.
Just under the visor, I smile and I continue to do miles with real friends.

See you on those roads.

May this good night be full of peace and harmony with your family.

Merry Christmas for all.