Throughout our lives there is always a reason or an excuse that justifies the lack of courage to embark on a real adventure.

I created the illustration The Woman Riderthinking about the people who really enjoy riding motorcycles. That is not my case.

I have never driven a motorcycle, but I have often wanted to know the feeling of freedom that all motorcyclists talk about.

If a child can imagine himself in a myriad of characters, there is no reason for an adult, with more life experience, not to be able to launch himself into the imaginary world of a motorcyclist. I decided to write this post thinking about what my motorcycle trip would be like.

The beginning of the trip would have to be picturesque, just before sunrise, on a BMW R45 motorcycle, without a travel plan and only with one purpose, that of not worrying.

I don't like to be away from home for long periods of time, but on this kind of trip thinking about returning sounds cowardly. The bike now has the power to free me from all obligations and the responsibility of transporting me to places full of memory.

As a first-time adventurer I was willing to experience everything, without ever putting life on the limit.

Traveling to absorb a lot and spend little, without any demand for comfort that would doom all my stories to failure.

To record moments, a small camera and a pocket diary to help romanticize some episodes and maintain the tradition of former travelers.

I assume that I am not the exemplary owner who prides himself on having the car always clean, but with my bike (which does not exist) the relationship would have to be different. A pure two-wheeled traveler understands his bike, talks, grins, takes pride in his deeds, worries when it is cold, as if exhaling it were a possibility for a motorcycle. WOW! ... the bike is more or less a spoiled element of the family that won its place on its own merit.

Have a nice trip!