Thanks for sharing and the welcome nen888  "I only tried LSD 10 times man..." Eventually I will get my report written up from my first DMT use to share when I get the inspiration. I am randomly reminded at this odd hour of my first motorcycle ride & eviction.

There was a period of time living in the big city that I was fortunate to have a wonderful MDMA connection. All of the pills I received were 100% consistent with online reports & pictures and ridiculously inexpensive provided they were purchased in bulk. There was a period of months where I rolled very frequently (I maintained a proper diet/vitamin intake to receive consistent experiences) and conducted many personal experiments in self exploration during this time.

Early one morning I began my roll by taking a pill and shortly after ingestion I decided that I wished to own a motorcycle. I had already researched the type of beginner bike I was interested in but had delayed this purchase until I could legally get the proper licensing. I poured over the listings and there was one that fit what I was looking for: a Kawasaki Eliminator reasonably priced at 1000$ cash. I emailed the seller and luckily he was quick to respond and was willing to deliver the bike within a few hours during a work break. Shortly before his appearance I popped another pill then went out to meet him, tremendously excited about my new purchase. After some negotiation I also managed to procure all the necessary riding equipment for an additional 200$ which I promptly paid all in cash. In the back of my mind something clicked that I now had the proper means to ride a motorcycle... I promptly asked the man how to start and operate the bike so that I could move it in the parking lot. He gave me a few tips, shook hands, and departed to go about his business.

Impatiently I waited approximately 5 minutes until the gentleman was totally gone then I proceeded to fire up the bike. The sheer feeling of the motorcycle roaring to life was indescribable as I eased myself in and backed out the bike. Slowly I went out of the apartment complex then I turned left and headed towards the country roads. It was my day... no cars to be seen in ANY visible direction. Faster and faster I went increasing speed ever so gracefully as to not lose control of the machine... not a race bike by any means but maxing out at around 80mph on a first ride was nothing short of sheer ecstasy with the combined excitement of knowing I could be caught and jailed at any time having no proper license whatsoever to operate this vehicle. I slowed down to the designated speed and continued along the country road. I lost track of time I have no idea how this long the rest of this ride went but I eventually made my way home, parked the bike in my designated spot then proceeded home to relax. I was so incredibly happy after completing the ride I felt a magnificent accomplishment was achieved this day and hopefully many more to come. I fell in love with that bike...