As freaked out and f***ed up as this seems,
it has suddenly occured to me
I've never really trusted my body, any more
than I've trusted my motorcycle,
not to just fall apart when I take it up to speed.
I've been secretly afraid, all my life, that I could just die
from my out-of-synch pounding heartbeats
Just as I feared my motorcycle would
vibrate to pieces underneath me.
I've spent some time with both my body and my motorcycle,
and have come to have some faith in their makers
Running two miles in the rain makes me feel 28 again,
and I hauled a** and passed a Vmax after watching the
movie, "The Gladiator".
Simple mathematics-the greater the fear, the greater the joy
in building courage.
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