Olivia Rains Art

As a rider I can explain what it makes me feel to ride, to journey, to camaraderie, but if you aren’t a rider it doesn’t hit, not really. Like a parent trying to explain to me what having a child makes them feel like, I just can’t fully connect to that aspect of depth because until one has experienced the experience themselves we’re just painting a picture with a stranger’s perspective. All I know is I do the things that make me the happiest, most aligned and make me excited to be rubber side up hoisted up by an engine and two wheels, floating in bliss on this giant crazy floating rock I find myself both lost and found on spinning between feeling completely foreign and intwined in unity with the roots and soil of it all in a grounding sanctuary like being reborn. Riding is part of my roots being imbedded on this wild earth, that I know with full conviction. I can’t imagine my life without it.