As a mild mannered professional working at a law firm I rarely get the opportunity to break out into areas outside my comfort zone. However, I promised myself I would change this. At the outset, I decided to make a list of all things I wanted to do. Then I realized, this is exactly what I did not want to do. Make a list.

I hastily escaped the office cell and jumped into my SUV to immerse myself in the freedom of the road. It was then I realized that this was something I had missed from my youth. I had learned how to drive when I was nineteen and thought how great it was to be out on the road. I remember having the windows rolled down in the summer time and having the breeze flow through my hair. This was freedom and I wanted to experience it again.

I came to a traffic light and it had just turned red. As I came to a stop, I noticed the guy driving a motorcycle in the lane next to mine. He did not resemble the biker stereotype. He was dressed like a biker model with a shiny leather jacket and stylish boots. He clearly worked out, but it was difficult to tell his age because his face was covered with a black helmet. He had a female passenger hanging on to him. She was attractive and appeared to be wearing an outfit similar to his.

I suddenly knew what I yearned for: to ride a motorcycle. I had to test drive one at the very least. I figured I might even be able to get a weekend lease to see how I enjoyed the machine. I steered my auto directly home. As I slowly parked in the garage, I was confronted by my other failed attempts. For instance, a jet ski, fishing rods, and alpine skiing equipment. But this time it would be different. I went inside to look for a local dealer.

My conviction was strong. The main reason was that this was a more convenient outlet. I did not need a large body of water or ski slope in order to obtain this feeling. I could hop on my hog and take a ride. I could do this almost anytime I yearned for the open road. After find a business directory, I made a list of the local motorcycle shops. The first one I decided to go to was a domestic manufacturer with a strong reputation.

Upon entering, I was approached by a salesperson who turned out to be very knowledgeable and helpful. He was dressed very well with a noticeable stylish men’s sport watch. He was able to give me a breakdown of the various models, options, accessories, and prices. I conveyed to him my yearning. He understood. His advice was to test drive a low rider with high handle bars. I was ready to go. He let me test drive it. I then inquired if it were possible to rent it for the weekend.

He knew exactly where I was coming from. He said he understood. He knew how many people walk into his dealership and want to enjoy the thrill of riding one of their motorcycles, but are afraid of making the commitment. This is because they are not sure if this is really what they want or if they will be talked out of it from a relative or spouse. He let me sign a weekend lease. I was ready to take on the road.