Can you make that burger rare..

Mental mind fuck of a day..heading to the high desert to twist some wrenches and attempt to make a living..damn..been in a funk and decided at the last second to pay a driver to drive my work truck and ride the glide..me and the glide are still working things out so a little bonding time might help..in fact might even be a lesson to me..longer story than this believe me..Weathers good to go..later than I wanted start but we are on the road..

Couple of hundred miles over went smooth and easy ride wise,,I really should have stuck to riding..love the high desert and about to make it my new home..in fact sooner than later..roll in to town around 2pm and check in..talk with my client and then finish my personal version of foot in mouth disease..one of my finer qualities..around 4pm decide to cruise a little..let my mind relax..I see the sign on I-15, Vegas...151 miles..damn I could sure use a good burger...

Now slowing I eased into the relaxed mode..mind focuses on the road..Niel Young's is belting out Like a Hurricane on the box...and the mile markers fly past..I see the lights in front of me damn it went to fast as I pull into the Hard Rock..Burger please..make it rare..

Time at times is just something that gnaws at the heart of you..never enough,,always rushing to meet it,,late is not an option..I realized time is something we have little of..rush to get back I have to work..I put down my burger..enjoyed a fry and sipped my sweet tea..what's the rush..I enjoyed..walking through the casino and out to the bike...cool of the desert winter settling in around me I caught a glimpse on another world another time..I slowing released the clutch soaking in what means to be free..and rode slowly into the night...on my time...