A need for speed....

On Monday night I went for a much needed ride on a bullet bike. It was a warm summer night, the wind was rushing through my hair and we topped out at 110 MPR. I kept wanting him to go faster and faster but we soon ran out of road. Sheepishly I will admit and if my father ever saw this he would kill me that we were not wearing helmets. We agreed next time we rode we would and see how much faster we could go.

As I reflected back upon that night I couldn't help but think how this need for speed not only happens with me on two wheeled vehicles but also in the dating world. I jump into love and relationships with little to no thought on how safe or healthy the outcome will be. As I have gotten older I have become picker upon who I will travel zero to sixty down the tunnel of love with but have still ignored many warning signs of faulty breaks or equipment and the lack of helmets.

I have came to the conclusion that as much as I have a need for speed traveling at a slower pace really is just as enjoyable as going full throttle. Life is fragile and can be made much shorter by pushing speed limits. As well my heart is breakable and by hauling it down the street of love after enough crashes it will soon look like Frankenstein’s from having to be picked up and pieced back together over and over again.