Post by earthdog on Jan 13, 2008 1:01:18 GMT -5
Man! When ever I listen to the band Lynyrd Skynyrd, it gets me wanting to ride my motorcycle. Just me, the open road and that big thumping v-twin between my legs. Wind in my hair and dodging bugs. Although with that big fairing I don't get hit by bugs, I still like dodging them.
Fresh air and freedom and no one around.
In the droning rumble of the motor's sound, my problems, troubles
and cares are drowned. I dig my heels into the pegs, tune every muscle till my legs are synchronized with my machine, to feel the curves and with it lean, to live the thrills of sudden hills, the heart-quickening panic of would-be spills.
Thats what it's all about for me.
Only about 2 more months till I can caress my baby with that soft cloth full of bubbly suds, dry every inch of her chrome and painted steel, step back, put on sunglasses so the glare doesn't hurt my eyes and take in all the beauty of my lovely machine then put my leather jacket and leather chaps on and brave the cool March air for that first ride of the year.
My baby is lonely and cold out there in the Hog Barn.
I don't think Takila would understand if I took a space heater and sleeping bag out to the "barn" and spent the night with my baby.
GOD, I want to ride but it's to cold out and the streets are full of ice.
Ok, rant over. I now have to go dry my eyes..
Fresh air and freedom and no one around.
In the droning rumble of the motor's sound, my problems, troubles
and cares are drowned. I dig my heels into the pegs, tune every muscle till my legs are synchronized with my machine, to feel the curves and with it lean, to live the thrills of sudden hills, the heart-quickening panic of would-be spills.
Thats what it's all about for me.
Only about 2 more months till I can caress my baby with that soft cloth full of bubbly suds, dry every inch of her chrome and painted steel, step back, put on sunglasses so the glare doesn't hurt my eyes and take in all the beauty of my lovely machine then put my leather jacket and leather chaps on and brave the cool March air for that first ride of the year.
My baby is lonely and cold out there in the Hog Barn.
I don't think Takila would understand if I took a space heater and sleeping bag out to the "barn" and spent the night with my baby.
GOD, I want to ride but it's to cold out and the streets are full of ice.
Ok, rant over. I now have to go dry my eyes..
