In-between – Depression – Mania
Let’s take a look at Mania this time.
This short look into my lifestyle will hopefully give you some insight into mania.
I’m pretty sure nothing here is in neat chronological order. I can’t remember my name most of the time.
At the age of 12, my dad bought me my first motorcycle; it was love at first ride. My first motorcycle was small, but so was I. It didn’t take long before I was running it as fast as would go. I had no fear.
I’m 17 now, I’ve had a few bikes. They were hand me downs. I was ready for something new and fast. I wanted to ride on and off the road. I found my second love in a motor-sport magazine. I had to have her. Just looking at her in a magazine was not enough. She was Asian, how cool is that. She was a Yamaha XT 500. Exactly what I wanted. I bought it shortly after seeing it in the magazine.
If I wasn’t at work or school, I riding. Before long I could do just about anything you can imagine doing on a motorcycle; I could do wheelies, donuts, jump, drive up and down stairs, hill climbs, and race in enduros. I lost my license three times before I was 18; the last time for a year.
Move forward and I’m 26 now, and I’m still doing all the same things only with bigger, faster bikes. I still had no fear.
If you aren’t living on the edge, you’re taking up space.
Do you see the pattern? This is just a sampling of the things I did while growing up. In the next post I will write about how I’d be riding high one minute,
and in the depths of despair the next.