The snow covered the mountain ranges. It was the end of May, but the snow still glistened in the afternoon sun. The motorcycles rode from Boulder to Lyons to Raymond to Nederland to home.
What is life without adventure? What is life without risk? What is life without passion? What is life without the challenge? I don’t think that is life. I think that is simply being alive. Being alive and living your life are not the same thing.
And so we rode from peak to peak. The Triumph was eager to race across the mountains. In Raymond we stopped at the general store and then headed down the mountains. It sounds simple. I know it seems basic. But sometimes life is just enjoying a ride on a mountain road.
What is your moment of living your life. Live agelessly.
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