My name is Polly, I'm eighteen. I live in France, a country where even an ordinary morning can seem beautiful if you look at it from a small cafe with a cup of strong coffee. I’m not one of those who sits in one place for a long time: I’m always drawn to the road. Travel is my weakness. I love discovering new cities, smelling the streets, hearing people speak in languages ​​I barely understand, and getting lost in the noise. But most of all I feel freedom when I ride a motorcycle. The wind in your face, the road ahead and the complete feeling that the whole world is open - this is the best feeling in the world. I was drawn to speed and the adrenaline it gives.

own motorcycle. Black, stylish, with chrome details - to reflect the sky when I'm driving on the highway. Traveling around Europe. No strict route, just a road, a backpack, a camera and the wind in your face. Leather jacket. The one that will become my “second skin” is comfortable, a little worn, with history. GoPro or good camera. To film my trips and then watch how I grow, change, live. Extreme motorcycle driving course. I want to learn how to drive at a level where you feel the car as part of yourself. A festival somewhere by the sea. Barefoot dancing on the sand, music until the morning, and no thoughts about tomorrow. Tattoo. Small, but with meaning - maybe a symbol of the road or freedom.

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Dreams... I have a lot of them. Sometimes it seems to me that I myself am made up of dreams - so vivid that they even make it difficult to fall asleep. I dream of seeing the whole world. Not just drive through cities, but feel them - breathe the air of New York at dawn, walk the streets of Tokyo at night, listen to the sound of the ocean somewhere in New Zealand. I want the map in front of me to be not just paper, but alive - with traces of my steps and the road along which I rode on a motorcycle. I dream of my own motorcycle - not just beautiful, but one that, when I start the engine, my heart begins to beat in time with it. One day I want to go on a big trip around Europe - without a plan, without a route, just go wherever the road leads.

I can never sit in one place for more than a couple of weeks. Seriously - as soon as I feel that everything is becoming too familiar, I have an almost physical desire to pack my backpack and go somewhere. Even if it's just a nearby city or a weekend trip. It seems to me that the world is too big to stay in one place. Every time I go somewhere, I feel like a slightly new version of myself - like every trip adds something to me that wasn't there before. 🚀