Free as the wind

It may be 30 years ago that I had a bike of my own - not a Harley, of course, but still! Since then I cannot pass a beautiful motorbike without admiring its beauty, its strength and getting sentimental memories of me on warm summer evenings riding my bike "against the wind"…
As I was raising my daughter by myself at the time and she was maybe 4 years old, the hours that I could use my bike were rare and a bit "stolen". Eventually I decided to sell the bike to not run the risk to become an organ donor before she was 18. One has to set priorities :-)
But this old love never died...