Nothing can compare to the feeling you get when your dreaming of the ride,,then living the ride..When your packing the scooter as the moons say's good day and mister sun's rays are peaking over the hill calling you to come out and play..
When you have miles to travel and no place go..Sharing something you live for with those who care..a life time of ride and back roads to share..Your direction doesn't matter it is our quest to be free..the sound of your motor, the feel of the wind..a push of a button and the touch of a friend..The road opens before you let the dream begin..
I have rode many a mile and many a day..each time they touch me in there own way..Today is your day..we chose life this way..we ride into the sunrise, we ride into the day..
Nothing compares to the the felling you get..the winds rushes by, the smells very and change..freedom comes easy,,life goes by fast..keeps moving forward not into the past..my dream for today will not be the last..To much to share and place to see..the roads that I get there never matter you see..Our roads to nowhere will always set us free..
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4 comments:
Well said Rat. The summer ride won't get here soon enough. I'm not wishing my life away, just wishing I was out on those blue highways enjoying that life.
I'm still looking for the magic potion that will get rid of the roadwhore bug. It's really screwing with me. This is the longest I have gone in quite some time without a good, long, satisfying blacktop romp.
It's freaking me out. I understood it all. What really freaks me out is some folks have no idea what the hell you just wrote...Now I don't get that.
Proof positive that although the shortest distance between two points may be a straight line, that doesn’t make it best route.
I love that and everything stated is sooooooooooo true! The bug in your soul on two wheels, and the bug in your face riding...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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