After days, weeks, and months of studying and reading motorcycle descriptions, I began dreaming of spec sheets. So, in trying to whittle down my choices, I first needed to break the many options into categories. Or in this particular case, roads to travel. 

People with the orientation that motorcycling "gives them peace" have found something that few ever will, in any situation. It's an immediate solution to the absolutely melting desire to remove one's self from a world most of us are living in.

In every motorcycle group I'm a part of, people have a lot of questions about the MST (the Motorcycle Skills Test) here in Canada. It's apparently very similar to the test of the same license stage in the United States.

At this stage, I can't find an equal. Even throughout my self-destructive and abusive adolescence, no drug nor substance ever gave me gaping grasp on relaxation and solitude like riding a motorcycle has done already, and in such a short time. 

There's a sensation that every rider I've ever spoken to or heard from attempts to describe with little to no avail. This thing that removes reality from the current situation and makes a person solely exist in the place at hand, at the speed you need, in the time you're there. 

There's a nagging in the back of my head. I can akin it to having loose change, or a bunch of cash in your jeans. It's aching to be used. It nests in the passenger seat of your subconscious and creates a hum that is only satiated by its use.