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For biker scribe Eddie ‘Sorez’ Pliska, poetry is as much about capturing his passion for the moto lifestyle and the raw energy of two-wheeled travel in prose, as it is about documenting determination in the face of the often-harsh struggles of life. He has had his fair share of both.

Celebrating over two years as an NYC Motorcyclist scribe, here is Sorez's exclusive December piece, titled My Life's Ride. Sometimes you need to look inwards to cure your ails, not outwards, where solutions are more Band-Aids than genuine portals to self-discovery.

Sorez, who has a popular book of poetry out, graciously agreed to pen some inspiration for the NYC Motorcyclist community each month. You can read more about Sorez in a feature NYC Motorcyclist published in the spring of 2018.

I must have taken a wrong turn
When I came to the fork in the road
As I was riding upon a journey
In the wind out in search of myself
The formula that I used the last time
The first time of having lost all
Did not seem to work its charm
On the second attempt to go ‘round
See I bought myself a basket case
Crates that were filled with parts
A frame that was old and rusted
Had potential for a righteous chop
Building a bike from the ground up
I thought would cure all my ills
Almost as much as being in the wind
On two wheels and on down the road
That build it had taught me something
Never before was it realized
If I wanted to fix what was broken
I needed to wrench on my life.