I was winding through the curves on some unfamiliar road thirty miles into the country. 10,000 Reasons played in the earbuds tucked inside my helmet. I rolled on the throttle of my Vulcan 800 Classic around a corner into a view that stopped my breath.
Dense, pine-covered hills with periodic burst of turning leaves rose to the base of Mount Hood. The green trees, the yellow leaves, and the white glacier were set out against the richest blue sky, a kind of blue that only exists after two weeks of steel grey clouds and rain.
The ride. The view of this country that I love. Our beautiful mountain. All to the soundtrack of a song that moves me deeply. Words came without thought: This is what I was made for.
Those words kept running through my mind for the next thirty miles. This is what I was made for. It was a moment of deep satisfaction, of joy, and I made a commitment to myself. It felt life changing.