Enduro

Ever since I sold my road bike, that itch to get back on two wheels has always been there in the background, but impossible to ignore. Every time I saw a motorbike pass by, part of me wanted to feel that connection again: the balance, the throttle and the freedom.

A few weeks ago, a neighbour who rides enduro offered me the chance to join him for a day in the mountains. He had a 250cc waiting for me. I didn’t think twice. The idea of getting back on a bike, even for just one day, was simply too tempting.

It was amazing. I started off a bit unsure because the feeling is completely different from road riding. The tires, the grip, the terrain… everything changes. It’s a kind of fun that’s way less predictable, but much more dynamic. You’re constantly adapting, moving, reacting… and that makes it all even more engaging.

By the end of the day, I was smiling like a kid. I honestly didn’t expect to enjoy it that much. I thought I’d miss the smoothness of the asphalt, the long curves, the control. But instead, I found a new way of enjoying motorcycles: raw, direct, and full of surprises.

A pleasant surprise, indeed. And maybe - just maybe - the start of something new.