an amazing story of the bike man. and how his precious companion was stolen in london...they were eventually reunited.
people like him are actually living, squeezing Life to the last drop. when they get the cue to exit, they will have lived their dreams out dry.
That is not to say that I have not lived, but there is so much I still want to live through...some roles come with added responsibility, where your me-trip has to take a backseat for some time. which is done purely out of choice and love - thats the meat of another blogpost-to-be.
the important thing is to have some wild oats to sow...which can be grown again, at leisure. :-)