Went on my first hard ride in a long time today. Just rode the highways alone for a few hours. Got almost to north carolina then came back went around sumpter and blythwood. ITs amazing how the bike performs at high speeds, even doing 80mph, when i had to juice it to get into another lane the bike felt like i had plenty of power left. Spending all that time by myself really left me some space to think.. Its weird how it gives me peace of mind to know and feel like im on the fine line between life and death. Its exhilirating but also very calming at the same time.. I know that at any second, it could all be over with.. and to live, to truly live, right there between is incredible. It's a sense of freedom that one can only feel on a motorcycle. It's a shame that as you grow old you become jaded, no matter how hard you try to retain your sense of purpose and youth and whatever else it is thats important to you.. I dont know what it is but i feel an imense amount of indifference to everyday life.. people, and situations.. but when im out there alone on the highway, i get to feel alive again. The balance between life and death, dark and light, decay and beauty is so fragile and thin.. I dont know if anybody else feels or thinks about this kinda stuff.. but i thought i'd share this.. "epiphany" as it were. Keep riding, keep living, and keep loving.