Again, work and commitments got in the way and I suppressed the urge. I didn’t know at the time, that seed was determined to grow, no matter what I was to feed it.
My ears became radars to that distinctive rumble sound wherever I went.
My eyes became beacons scanning every bike on the road, mesmerized by a sense of freedom.
My body involuntarily stopped to gape at the glistening polished chrome and the artistry of lines and craftsmanship synonymous to Harleys which were parked. Mind you, I am no way mechanically minded, yet can appreciate utter beauty.
Thoughts flickered though my mind at lightning speed; I dismissed them with all the excuses one could muster. Yet that seed was winning.