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Monthly Archives: July 2011
What’s In A Stunt?
Riding motorcycles has always “taken me to another place” metaphorically speaking. I’ve used bikes to beat the dreary Los Angeles and New York City commutes, to clear my mind during finals week at university or to take a weekend alone when life had become a bit too overwhelming. But in the last year, since I decided to become a stunter (admittedly I am still figuring out what that means), riding has quite frequently taken me to so many places I could never have imagined.
Last summer I trekked across every inch of America and this year I am working on Europe. A lot of people have told me by trading in the period in my life when I should be starting a family and buying a house, that I will regret my choices in time. What they don’t know is I am becoming part of a global stunt family, one that only a fellow motorcyclist could understand.
Throughout my travels, the stunt family always come through in spades, no matter what the situation. I always have a meal, a good conversation and a roof over my head fo the night. It always amazes me how the common denominator of wheelies can create such an open and willing friendship, right off the bat. For me, stunting is a catalyst to live the unpredicable life I want, follow my dreams and meet people I never otherwise would come to know.
So here’s to my big, beautiful, dysfunctional stunt family – thanks for making my life beautiful and unique!