Nothing is built for a body like this (Patreon)

I’ve always loved riding motorcycles. The speed, the power, the rush of the wind—it’s addictive. But now? I’ve outgrown every bike I can find. No matter where I look, nothing seems big enough for me anymore.

I sit on one, and it feels like a toy beneath me. My legs, thick and muscular, barely fit around the bike. My quads practically swallow the seat, and my arms, massive and strong, make the handlebars feel like they could snap in my grip. It’s frustrating, but at the same time, it makes me realize just how far I’ve come. I’m too powerful for these machines now.

Every time I walk into a shop, I can see the looks from the guys who think they can handle the biggest bikes. But when they see me—towering over everything, muscles bulging—they know I need something more. The bikes they ride might be enough for them, but not for me. I need something that can handle my size, my strength, my power.

But until I find one big enough, I’ll keep searching. Because nothing’s going to stop me from feeling that thrill again—riding something that can match my power.