One of those looks at the past...when it was warm

I was driving home and I remembered why I love motorcycles...

It some of the simplest things that make simple people happy. We don't need a lot and we can get by with a warm bottle of beer and some friends. Without ever realizing it, its that common road we drive down everyday, that on any other day its common but one night when out of routine and in pure chance its not common. It happens when it clicks...Comfort on the right, relaxation on the left and the sound of meditation underneath you. The sun has just set and dusk is setting in. The corn fields on both sides of the road makes you feel as if the corn and the horizon had had a meeting on matching perfect symetry. Even though the hedlight is just big enough to illuminate 6 feet in front of you it does the job and gives the surronding area a somber glow. Every ounce of the weight that holds you down lifts slowly and the feeling sets in. You don't want to move or think, just be.

Sorry, I got a little carried away. I remembered one night coming home from riding or garage work somewhere and this happen. I was kind of hard to describe but it kind of was like that. And that is why I love motorcycles. A simple 300-500lbs of metal and plastic can do something like that.

Feel free to get it all out to, its a therapy session to fight off the WINTER WIZARDS!!!