But not the Man. The Man has to be ready.
The Man has to have no regrets, no what ifs, no couldashouldawoulda. And there have been too many times in my life where commitment has been a runaway train, with me hanging off the last carriage, waving goodbye to what could have been.
I want to do it.
I have to do it.
Hell I'm 65 this year and if I don't do it soon, I won't be ABLE to do it !!!
God, please grant me the ability and the opportunity to do this.
So tomorrow dear friends, I will ride the Low Rider over the freshly sealed road between Invercargill and Riverton to open up The DirtyBikerSoapWorks Shop for the weekend, and I will be thinking of next February.
Because next February, The Man will be ready. The Bikes will be ready.
- And The Burt Munro Challenge will be waiting.