I got my first bike just over a year ago, but it feels like I’ve lived a lifetime in the saddle. I couldn’t have asked for better memories. It made every day an adventure, every time I cranked the ignition I became the protagonist in my own movie. When I rode, everything around me became new, I forgot about time, purposely got lost, kids would smile and wave at me, strangers would start conversations with me, and everything became a bit more meaningful. It taught me to face my own mortality, and to live the most meaningful and virtuous life I could, because it could all be taken away during my next ride. It reunited me with long lost friends. It utterly consumed my life. I rode it every day for almost six months straight… I sold my bike yesterday, and this might be where CBR Carterr ends. Giving up riding feels like losing a part of myself. But riding taught me to open my eyes, and scrape the marrow from the bone of life. Taking everything as it is, and making the absolute best of what Ive got. As I began to implement this mindset, my life began to change, and I’m truly living a life that I love waking up to now. I want to live the rest of my life like this. So, I gave it up, in an effort to live longer. But who knows. Maybe I’ll get another one in a year or two. Thank you everyone for all the love, support, and conversations. I’ll miss it a lot. I love y’all. Carter out. 🤍🤍🤍