I CANNOT STAND STUDYING ANYMORE!
After a while I found a free day to spend it with my family. And totally unexpectedly I ended up repairing a motorcycle with my uncle.
My day started early in the morning, after Friday-night partying. I was so sleepy, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Mum and I went to my Grandma’s and we cooked, drank coffee and mostly did stuff together with a lot of catching up. After a while my Uncle showed up and we decided to go for a ride on his motorcycle. He said: “This is going to be the ride you will always remember!”.
And it really was.
We started slowly, Mum took pictures of us, she even made a short video. It was very cool. Of course, I didn’t know what is ride going to be.
We drove to the main road where Uncle explained to me the most important things that I had to do if I wanted to be safe. And suddenly, he started driving.
In that moment my adrenaline raised rapidly. As the speed was increasing, I was being happier and happier. I’ve never felt that adrenaline rush in my life! I was very scared but at the same time so excited, like I-could-pee-myself excited! (I didn’t do that)
I really can’t describe that feeling, the words are not enough. I felt so happy that I cried. I LITERALLY C R I E D under my helmet. I felt FREEDOM. With that speed and all I realized that it’s beautiful to live in the moment and to live like it’s your last day. There’s nothing more exciting than that.
But our happiness didn’t last very long. As soon as we turned around and started coming back home, our motorcycle just turned off and we pulled over. I didn’t know what was going on, and all Uncle said to me was that he wasn’t able to start the engine again.
Without any tools or help we started searching for the problem. Technically, he started, I was just standing there watching. I didn’t know how to help because there were all kinds of cables and what not. I mean, I did grew up next to him and his motorcycles, but that’s not enough. I was feeling a little guilty for not helping, but what could i done?
I think we spent at least 3 hours standing on the side of the road trying to find some stupid damage. Fortunately, some guys pulled over too and lent us some tools. They were so willing to help that they spent most time with us. But we still didn’t know where the damage was.
When we finally found it, we started going home, but noooo, we had to stop a few more times. In one moment, we totally screwed it up and we had to call my Uncle’s friend to help us repair that and drive us home.
When they finished repairing I felt relieved. REALLY relieved.
If we look on the bright side, this “trip” was excellent. My Uncle and I connected even more, I learned how to find a damage when motorcycle breaks down, and the most important: I LEARNED TO BE SATISFIED WITH LITTLE THINGS, LIKE A LITTLE ADRENALINE. It’s a good way to escape from monotony.
My Uncle was a little sad when we got home because he didn’t fulfill this experience for me, but I was happy. This was the best day of my life, no matter what.