“Gaby, willst du Morgen in einer motorradtour mit mir fahren?” Said Burkhard
“Aber natürlich!” I answered, with a big …show more content…
You can taste the bread and hot coffee from upstairs. “Guten Morgen”(good morning) says my host mom with a big smile on her face that never failed to be there.
Seconds later, tall, intimidating looking men come through the door, all wearing protective gear like in the competitions. I was surprised, because I thought it was something more casual. We all sat around the table outside of the house. The breeze was cold and the sky was gray, considered a good day in Germany.
I get into my gear, the heaviest clothing I have ever worn. We go outside, and take a few pictures before we start the trip. I get on the motorcycle, the adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream, my heartbeat starts to rise, something I have never experienced before. The cold soft breeze hit my neck; it felt like I was battling with the wind, while I contemplated the sun-drenched landscape, and we cruised through the roads as airplanes through the clouds. We made our first stop in a deserted place. The adrenaline, and the landscape didn’t make me realize how much my arms hurt from trying not to fall from the