the monster of the roads...

I went to view this bike earlier tonight. This is one hell of a monster! When the engine roared to life, I swear i got an erection just from the engine rumbling, with horses screaming out from its dual exhaust pipes. I took it for a short spin and felt just like Zeus. With so much power in my hands, i could wreck havoc simply with a twist of my arm. It brings immense joy and pleasure to me, but at the same time, it brings some thoughts to my head too.

Does riding motorcycles and oogling over kickass computer games equate to immaturity as a man? I feel like I'm trapped between 2 worlds, a world where I'm being pushed towards being serious and 'man' while the other world is pulling me towards fun and spontaneity as the person that i am. I very much want to continue to be the person that I am, but somehow I feel that there's this innate change going through me that demands a lot more.

Perhaps I did changed somehow.