My Life @ BikeNomads.com

on the way to dalma early morning

“The reflection of the rising sun on the handlebars is my alarm. My first cup of tea is miles away from my bed. I dont have a home. I carry my world with me. Boundaries have no meaning for me. I have no time to see the dust clouds in my mirror for the road ahead calls out to me. The wind is my partner. The sun is my compass. I dont stop in the rain, I sing with it. The evening birds match chords with my thump. The neon lights of the city become blurry lines as I enter the encroaching dark of the highway. The earth is my bed, the sky is my roof. I sleep to the music of the gurgling brook. I want no glory. I have no name. I dont have a begining, I dont have an end. I am a BIKENOMAD!”

– written by a fellow Nomad …

BIKENOMADS

have i forgotten to live

First, u will be dying to finish your high school and start college.
And then u will be dying to finish college and start working.
Then u will be dying to marry and have children.
And then u will be dying for your children to grow old enough
so that u could go back to work.
But then you will be dying to retire.

And Then one day you will be dying.
Suddenly u will realize that u forgot to live.

Don’t let this happen to you.
Appreciate your present situation.
Enjoy each day.