This photo appeared on my Facebook account two days ago. Which made me wonder about my timeline. According to our overlord Zuckerman, that photo appeared four years ago. I would have sworn that I've been on a bike for longer than that.
No matter though. "Time" someone once told me "is relative" and it's the experiences that matter the most. That little yellow Zuma 125 will always hold a special place in my heart, it was my introduction to scootering and bikes in general. I've sometimes considered getting another one just to kick about on, but the budget won't allow for it.
Somewhere between that early photo and now I've grown as a biker. I've so much further to grow. It occurs to me that I've still not traveled more than 150 miles in one day. That I don't do 150 mile days often.
That I've not traveled to the other coast or out of state yet. That what may have started as a midlife crisis (I was looking at my 45th birthday at the time) has grown into something more.
Commuting to and from work is still an adventure at times. I am hoping to do more, see more...and I will. Just give it time.
For now...I'll wait, plan, work and learn. Grand adventures await.