I copied this from GD posted by JDMeister. I think it defines me and a lot of us.
THE DREAM THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:
I built a dunebuggy for a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and when I can not walk anymore, it will be in my garage as a trophy of my memories.
I've met people who taught me something and have the same spirit, I've met others that I'm glad I have forgot.
I felt cold,
I felt warm,
I was afraid,
I fell,
I stood back up,
I even hurt myself,
But also, I laughed out loud inside the helmet.
I spoke a thousand times with myself.
I sang and shouted with joy like a madman.
I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.
I have stopped a thousand times to see a landscape.
I have spoke with perfect strangers, and I have forgot people I see every day.
I went out with my demons inside and returned home with an absolute peace in my heart.
I always thought how dangerous it is, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even feeling fear.
Every time I go up to my buggy I think about how wonderful it is.
I have spent money that I did not have, giving up many things, but all these things are worth even a moment when it comes to my buggy.
It is not a means of transport or a piece of iron with wheels, it is a part of my soul and my spirit.
And when someone says to me: "You should sell the buggy and you have to be a more serious person", I do not answer. I just nod my head and smile.
Racing my buggy...only the person who loves them understands it.
May God bless my friends and their machines, may the adventures continue.....
