Once A few years ago, the father of one of us that now is gone, the father of an Angel with the # 24 on the windscreen and into the heart has defined this way: "... I had talked about you, but to be honest I had never heard that much, but being a great "bigwigs" I wanted them to know one by one, these children to hug and kiss as our children, those immersed in their leather suits, with their shiny helmets, all real tough! People on the street never lowers his gaze. But try to raise their visors Martian dark eyes and you will find beautiful, clean, swollen with real tears that you can drown and get to the bottom of their soul to see how candid. Then try to take away those suits and you will find inside children love life, to weekends with steaks and sausages, but still much in need of a father or a mother to take them by the hand when fate begins to play hard " . It is said that every time we go riding our horses go up well with us ... and the Angels and Devils' true! Represent the dualism that makes this way of life so full of emotions that sometimes the heart seems to want to jump out of the chest and to run, screaming. Devils running that wrist in a violent and irrational at times so that the Sketch of adrenaline you get right to the brain without going through the street, leaving the tremors for long endless minutes, and angels bearing the face and voice of those who no longer with us, our feelings, our fears and our experiences built on broken bones. Yes, it is true, is rotating die ... can happen to anyone of us and it hurts so bad, but how much life is transformed into wonderful memories, moments in the eternal, in so great laughs to bring back the sun, even on a cold and rainy day in November? Talk to each of us a ride and let them tell a story, a curve and lost in those eyes which begin to sparkle, the laughter, the smile, spontaneous, stretching the corners of the face and spreads to the face ... Talk to everyone and ask them what would be if he should ever give up this passion and get ready to hear the cry of silence, to see that look of a kid becoming the look of a sailor forced to live on land in the sea view or a pilot looking at the sky anchored to the ground ... In moto one dies, it's true ... but there is no better way to live as long as we are allowed ... And if you still do not understand ... Well, let lose, you'll never understand ... But if tomorrow going to the beach with your family automobile correct, one would come to us and you could see your child suddenly turning around and greet Tugging like crazy, give up even to understand him ... He that in his unconscious We see that spark in you that you have not been able to discern. And if you see the Biker's greeting ... Well, there's nothing strange you know? Between Angels on earth we always salute ... But this, those who have lost their wings, can not remember ... Motorcyclists ... strange, wonderful people! Happy to be a biker!
(taken from blog Fastmetal, a friend of gsritalia.it)
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