on motorcycling

Apparently I am more of an adrenaline seeker

than I knew (or admitted).

Speeding

on a vehicle that has no box around

feels pretty amazing

(quite draughty, undeniably

but even that was o.k. on the back seat).

(Why then, I wonder

did I hate that roller coaster so heartily? 

Maybe because of the physical stuff

all my organs spinning and churning.

Or because it was downright scary?)

I wonder also

whether the thought that

should anything go awry

I'll die on the spot

adds to the thrill.

It probably does.

And there is one more thing.

The moment I change into the gear

I change into someone else...

I become barely recognisable 

while also turn into

"a motorcyclist"

who (in my mind) is (supposed to be)

a badass

(or a roughneck / larrikin, as Google Translate tells me).

And that's cool, even if the change 

really only happens in my mind.