The year I turned 50 involved some changes. Things were stable in my career and finances, but something was missing. I was in a rut. Totally domesticated.
I began to act out. Started smoking cigarettes again. Sat in bars by myself. Flirted with danger. And with no real justification or plan in mind, I found myself at the Old Motorcycle Shop in Calgary, buying a little Taiwanese motorcycle. A Sym Wolf Classic 150. Three years old (a 2013) with 17 kilometres on the odometer. I strapped it into the back of my truck ( the first lesson in my newest education) and drove it home.
I began to act out. Started smoking cigarettes again. Sat in bars by myself. Flirted with danger. And with no real justification or plan in mind, I found myself at the Old Motorcycle Shop in Calgary, buying a little Taiwanese motorcycle. A Sym Wolf Classic 150. Three years old (a 2013) with 17 kilometres on the odometer. I strapped it into the back of my truck ( the first lesson in my newest education) and drove it home.
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