I haven’t been on a motor cycle in years. Today, we rented two small bikes and took off. I had so much fun. However, when the moto man showed up, he threw the keys to Bradley with a few words, such as, the gears are five down. Then it was my turn, and he proceeded to tell me about accidents-don’t use the front brake-he’d hate to see me lay the bike down, etc.. He gave me a CRASH course in riding and then he said good-bye. At the end of that talk -I could have run screaming-I’m going to die. But instead, I simply reminded myself that I was Born to be Wild.
We scouted the neighborhood.
Then, we went to a point break, called Lance’s Left, where I was advised to hire Eddie. So, this young man became my first body-guard. The girl behind him on the rock looked like she needed her body protected more than I did. We both had cameras. Maybe she knows karate!
And all the while Bradley was catching waves.
Like a true nature child
I was born
born to be wild
I can fly so high
I’m never gonna die
BORN TO BE WI-I-I-LD
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