Power When I returned from Oxford, I continued to struggle with the expense of new tires for the Rebel. My last year as an undergraduate had gotten its hooks into me by the time the leaves began to change, and finally the riding season had all but passed. As the snow fell, graduation came into view, and the relief to see it shimmering there, just a few months away, was palpable, but it was my mounting excitement for motorcycles, the drive to learn as much as I could about them and then get back on the road, that propelled me forward most of all. By the time the snow had settled and the rumbles had disappeared from the icy roads, motorcycles were all I could think about. Being a student again had introduced me to so many things—Japanese, physics, books I’d never read, theories I’d never understood—but the most valuable thing I learned was how to work. How to set aside distractions and absorb knowledge; how to be unquenchably curious. This same kind of intrepid thirst had led me to Ireland, manifested as wanderlust, but as I threw myself into learning, both for school and for myself, I realized that I didn’t need to wander to discover; I didn’t need to be lost to find what I was looking for.
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