• Devilstone Run VI • 1/3 The first mile is always the hardest to tackle. It’s the one with the most fear, stress, doubt and anxiety tethered to it. It’s the one you build up in your mind to be a perfect moment, a grand start start to a glorious adventure. But you can’t wait for it to be perfect. You just have to go. And that’s exactly what I did. I just started riding, I didn’t know who was in front of me or behind. But I just projected myself like a rocket into the narrative that is Devilstone Run IV. The struggle of belonging has been a present in my life for as long as I can remember. So much so that it almost feels like it’s a part of me. But you know what else is a part of me. Being a motorcyclist. Motorcyclists are notoriously stubborn. If you feel you don't belong, they'll force that doubt out of you in any way they can. There’s something profoundly overwhelming about looking ahead towards the horizon and seeing a stream of countless bikers harmoniously weaving along the winding outstretched tarmac. And then you look in your mirrors and see how far back the line goes. It’s in this moment that you realize you are in the middle of something grand. You are not lost in the crowd, you’re not a number. You’re a stitch in the tapestry. It’s easy to go it alone, decide your own path, and not have to worry about the notion of whether or not you belong. But nothing about this was supposed to be easy. There were all too many moments along this journey that I did not feel deserving of which to be a part. But I suppose to be deserving is similar to belonging. They're both subjective. And they're both up to you. I deserve to be here, and so do you. #DSR6 #gofastdontdie @devilstonerun @gofastdontdie