Today is Independence Day. Today is the day that a bunch of guys got together and decided to lay out all their grievances and declare that they weren't going to take it anymore.
So the rhetoric goes. Really, they just didn't want to argue with someone thousands of miles away. And they didn't want to pay taxes to England.
Today, I helped paint my cousin's room (which is very apparent from all the light pink paint branded on my feet), had dinner with my family in northern Virginia and shot off some very tame fireworks. Little kids' ears, you know. After all this, I was exhausted. I no longer wanted to go out or do anything.
Enter one Ross Tabak, who called with one irresistible proposition: ride around the D.C. on a motorcycle? I threw in a "Let's go see Whitney, our ever-grumbling waitress friend, at her work."
And done.
There is something about riding around freely on a motorcycle in our nation's capital on our day of declaring our independence. The wind is on your face. Hundreds of cars are either staring at you in a mix of wonderment and resentment or trying to avoid killing you (but usually both). People shooting fireworks off in the street stop to look. Some even comment out loud.
There's just nothing like it. Freedom, it seems, is not feeling boxed in by a metal frame or four walls. Freedom is the ability to purchase a mode of transportation to take you anywhere your heart desires. It may not be pretty, it can sometimes get lonely. But it gets the feeling done.
And having like-minded souls to join you in your endeavours? Well that's just swell.
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