Cycling, is it your style?

　　Many people say that riding a motorcycle is a symbol of freedom, and there is some truth to that.

　　No matter how rich or powerful you are, no matter how impressive you are, as long as you are a rider, you have to control that handlebar yourself. Have you ever seen a boss hire a driver to ride a motorcycle for him? Then he sits in the back seat enjoying it?

　　Of course not. In the wind and rain, splashing mud and wet shoes, because there is no shelter, you have to endure it all with your body. In fact, as soon as you get on the motorcycle, every moment, you are using your body to surround and protect your ride. The relationship between a person and a motorcycle can only be compared to that of a soldier and his weapon.

　　Riding a motorcycle is a unique experience, during which you can enjoy so much.

　　I do not recommend listening to music; what you should listen to is only the roar of your motorcycle engine.

　　I do not recommend chatting with others; every time you ride, you should become taciturn.

　　A person, especially a man, chooses a motorcycle not because it is comfortable, nor because it provides an illusory independent space, but often because of its vastness and indifference. You have to shrink yourself. You must become a humble person, and while being humble, you also need to take responsibility and be aggressive, because the best defense is attack. Those who do not understand attack cannot appreciate the power of a motorcycle.

　　When a truck ignores traffic rules and recklessly changes lanes, creating a crisis on the road, you must respond by stepping on the gas. The roar erupts, the engine speed instantly increases, overtaking the other party, accelerating to 100 kilometers per hour in seconds, leaving them in the dust. Only then can you be safe, and you and your beloved motorcycle can continue your journey.

　　Some people say that my style is when I am in a bad mood, I can ride aimlessly, put on my helmet, and others cannot see or hear me, I can talk to myself in the helmet and express everything in my heart.

　　Others say that when they ride a motorcycle on a deserted road at night, watching the streetlights fly past overhead, it feels as if their worries are flying away too.

　　Even more people say that when they see so many people on the road, wrapped in comfortable cars, enjoying air conditioning, listening to music, and living a routine life, all they have with them is the whistling wind and the rumbling engine, along with that sense of freedom in their hearts.

　　A fellow rider said, "Life!"

　　But for me, like most motorcycle enthusiasts, it is about enjoying the freedom of riding in the wind. When the engine roars, it ignites not only chemical dynamics but also the forgotten passion in life.

　　Exercise keeps my emotions positive and sunny, while motorcycles keep me feeling young. They bring me not just the ability to enjoy the scenery in front of me, but they will be a loyal friend, accompanying me until old age. It is a pity that Qin Shi Huang could not find the elixir of life; if there had been motorcycles back then, and if he happened to like motorcycles, he would definitely be like me, still riding in the beautiful roads at 70.

　　Because motorcycles are the elixir of eternal youth!

　　I can only experience the unrestrained wind on a motorcycle.

　　From switching from sports cars to motorcycles, I am increasingly learning how to control my right hand, but the roaring engine and the wild wind are still the most enchanting melody.

　　What does that saying go? "My blood tastes like iron."

　　 ......What about yours?