I headed out early for a motorcycle ride on what's proving to be an absolutely glorious day.
I'm slowly making my way back, stopping for a bit of lunch and saw this as I walked quietly along a beach.
Time to hop back on and let the wind touch my face. I'm a happy gal. 💜
Back to base camp after taking my time to enjoy the views. It was pretty windy but warm in the sun, really a perfect last day of January.
Tip: always have cash on hand, it just may come in handy when needing gas and the card readers are down.
I stopped on my last leg for a longer beach walk. It just was the thing to do. I’m on no schedule and if I wanna I do. The waves were choppy.
While I was paying for my fuel, the cashier asked me why I risked my life riding. I smiled, and said "Why not? At this point in my life, if I go out, I'm going out doing what I love". Interesting bubble he put me in. He obviously profiled me.
I'm not about to stop living because of some preconceived notions of what others think I should be doing. Rather, I'll enjoy it with each breath left in me and in whatever time I have.
Young whippersnapper.
