
Funny you mention motorcycles. I immediately thought of my love of fast motorcycles when I read this post. In one of my manic episodes, I went down a busy highway in a major city on the back of a motorcycle going 150 miles an hour. It was exhilarating, but not wise, considering I wasn't wearing a helmet. I love speed and wind. When I had money to blow, I would impulsively take a trip somewhere and drive for days without sleep in order to get to my destination. The whole time I would be taking lots of photos, even sticking my camera out the car window while driving in order to take pictures of the mountains and landscapes.