As I ride the motorcycle across the back roads of the Florida Everglades, I reflect on the life journey.
That is the beauty of a motorcycle. No radio, cell phone, blackberry, or other diversion.
Just the open road, the motorcycle and you.
On the back roads, up Snake Road, and through the Indian reservation, I realize the fallacy of the age myth.
The older you get the more liberated you can become ,if you choose to be.
In fact, the ageless experiment permits you to renew and accept life for all the ups and downs it brings.
It permits you to let go.
The distance in the journey can be seen as getting shorter or getting freer.
The motorcycle teaches me to accept the freedom.
What teaches each of us that freedom.
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