In my 17 years, I’ve done a lot of cool things. I’ve abseiled, rock climbed, kayaked across major rivers, hiked and Trekker through the most serene and wondrous places. The list goes on. But being here in India has opened up new adventures. Including driving a tractor, going on rides through family land, learning to ride the sickest motorbike I’ve seen (apart from a Harley of course) and going 160 km on a motorbike with my favourite cousin on an empty highway.
Fellas, get in line. This classy, sophisticated young lady is now learning to ride a motorbike.
I like feeding my addiction for cars and bikes. In fact, I have a dream list of vehicles I would like to own: vintage, rover/4WD, sports, everyday, and of course my Harley. One day
I’m way too excited for this. It was possibly the greatest experience of my life though. Adventure wise. Being on a motorbike was so liberating. As soon as I get my full drivers license, I’m getting a motorbike license. Hitting the roads in all leather and style. Motorbikes are sexy AF. I love my cars. I love my bikes. And I want a Harley.
My cousin, my best friend, ons of my favourite people in the entire world. He has the nicest bike. Goddamn. And yes, while my dream is to own a beautiful Harley, his bike was utter perfection.
Nothing will replace the feeling of being on a motorbike as we cut the roads, riding without any inhibitions.
Also, nothing will replace the feeling of being hollered at by some sleazy assholes while I sit behind my cousin and ride the afternoon away on an epic bike. I’m not going to apologise for how good I looked in leather. Damn. Not cool India.