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My Father's Motorcycle
My father has a motorcycle that he really loves. It is a two wheeled, blak, big, shiny motorcycle, that whenever he is not riding it, he keeps it in the garage besides his car. My dad has an obsession with buying new accessories to complement and personalise his motorcycle fo fixing it during his free times. The best of all, is the passion he does this with. My father enjoys dedicating time to his motorcycle whenever he has the ability to do so. Whether it is the summer and hot outside, or winter and cold, my father could be leaving the house at any moment and escaping in his motorcycle. He always returns happy and satisfied with a new story to tell. It is funny how he can get so excited and tries to spread his happiness, inviting his friends, who own a motorcycle as well, to every adventure he plans going to. When his fascination with his motorcycle started, I really couldn't understand what was so special about it. It was until I experienced what he felt like when he got into his motorcycle. He once worked on adding a back seat to have a passanger who can make him company. My first time riding with him was unforgettable. The destiny of the ride is never going to be important, what matters, is all the way to get there. I could feel the air in my face and the adrenaline the speed gives you. I think this is the real reason my father loves his motorcycle. I understood the feeling of freedom he gets in every ride. He adores his motorcycle, but not in a materialistic way, he is in love with how it makes him feel when he is riding it. At the end of it all, his motorcycle offers him a journey to escape from the real world. I realised it is not just the adventures, but the time he passes fixing or complementinf the motorcycle that gives him a little brake from everything. All his worries and problems, all the stress form work, and his tiredness, is lost by the moment he spends with his motorcycle. I found out, that this is the main reason, he is so infatuated with his motorcycle, which I once just saw as a simple transport, but now see it as a creator of my father's happy moments.
