I just pulled some stats on this petty little blog of mine, and of the 217 unique visitors I have had since august, Canadians and Americans seems to have found me!
And hello to the UK, the German and the Finnish visitor!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
87762km
Hello North America!
I just pulled some stats on this petty little blog of mine, and of the 217 unique visitors I have had since august, Canadians and Americans seems to have found me!
Not to many visitors, but feel free to leave a comment on how the heck you found this blog =)
And hello to the UK, the German and the Finnish visitor!
I just pulled some stats on this petty little blog of mine, and of the 217 unique visitors I have had since august, Canadians and Americans seems to have found me!
And hello to the UK, the German and the Finnish visitor!
87750km
As I rode home from work the other day I realized something:
I love the driving experience, the ability to ride in the buss lane, the lane splitting and the fact that traffic isn't really a problem. I love the fact that I don't have to take the subway or the bus.
I love driving in the baking sun, wearing all black. I love driving in the pouring rain, my visor clogging up with rain, my gear all wet. I love being cold, wet but happy.
I love driving in the rain, the sun, the sleet and the wind. I love taking my bike out in spring, I love tinkering with it all through winter, I love laying plans for the bike in the autumn, I love the mending, the cleaning and the maintenance..
I love riding alone, with my friends or with random strangers I meet along the road. I love the camaraderie, the feeling of riding as one of many, or by my self.
I love the curvy roads, the long stretches of open road and highway. I love the small, picturesque country roads and the four lane motorway.
I love stopping for petrol, I love cleaning the bike. I love removing flies from my visor and dirt from my face.
I love accelerating, breaking and pulling out from stop lights. I love how the road maintenance crews in Norway leave dirt and gravel in the road. I love potholes, car drivers who fail to see me and roadworks that block my path.
I love revving the engine as I go through tunnels. I love firing her up in the parking lot. I love the sound her engine makes and rattling of the bike.
I love the contact with the surroundings, the smells of nature and traffic and the feeling you get when you hit the perfect curve.
I frigging love riding a motorbike!
I love the driving experience, the ability to ride in the buss lane, the lane splitting and the fact that traffic isn't really a problem. I love the fact that I don't have to take the subway or the bus.
I love driving in the baking sun, wearing all black. I love driving in the pouring rain, my visor clogging up with rain, my gear all wet. I love being cold, wet but happy.
I love driving in the rain, the sun, the sleet and the wind. I love taking my bike out in spring, I love tinkering with it all through winter, I love laying plans for the bike in the autumn, I love the mending, the cleaning and the maintenance..
I love riding alone, with my friends or with random strangers I meet along the road. I love the camaraderie, the feeling of riding as one of many, or by my self.
I love the curvy roads, the long stretches of open road and highway. I love the small, picturesque country roads and the four lane motorway.
I love stopping for petrol, I love cleaning the bike. I love removing flies from my visor and dirt from my face.
I love accelerating, breaking and pulling out from stop lights. I love how the road maintenance crews in Norway leave dirt and gravel in the road. I love potholes, car drivers who fail to see me and roadworks that block my path.
I love revving the engine as I go through tunnels. I love firing her up in the parking lot. I love the sound her engine makes and rattling of the bike.
I love the contact with the surroundings, the smells of nature and traffic and the feeling you get when you hit the perfect curve.
I love the sensation of riding.
I love the smell of gasoline in the morning.. It smells of freedom.
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