40. My Heaven, My Ride

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I wake up every morning thinking,
I don't want this ride to ever end.
I don't want to grow old,
I don't want to die.

I think about heaven, and what it is, and sometimes I think, what if there's no motorcycles in heaven? What if there are no curvy roads...
Books, cigars, whiskey... and all other things I enjoy in life. That make my life, the life.

So I am scared of dying, I am scared of the end, when I won't be able to ride anymore.
Or smoke, or read.

Even though I am religious man, believer.
I pray daily and I read Bible. I talk to God.
Sometimes I still wonder... what is heaven? Will I be able to do all these things there?

Cause sometimes... I think my heaven is me being alone on endless roads with beautiful Landscapes. Sounds of engine mixed with blues. and of course, little breaks for a cigar while gazing upon beauty of the world.

And Bible never really mentioned anything like that...

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