The balancing act. The delicate dance of risk.
The bike dropped. The rider fell. The bike was raised. The biker saddled up and rode on.
The scene was frozen. The toast afterward was well deserved.
What an amazing person indeed.
Every time you think the surprises are over, the surprises keep coming.
The only real risk is never risking. The only real loss is never trying.
The only real failure is not getting back up.
Life is risk. To live safely is not to truly live. It is merely marking time until the clock runs out.
Live boldly. And when the bike goes down…and it will…saddle back up and dust yourself off and ride on.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
An ageless experiment.