A gray cloudy day in NE Ohio w/ the wind out of the west and hovering around 50 degs. Damp from last nights cold front rains that passed through. Hopped on the red bike and took a spin up to the dealer. Had a burger, cup of coffee and shot the chit w/ some folks for awhile. Road home the same route. The colored leaves were falling in the breeze and traffic was light. The bike rumbled like a Harley should and responded to my almost every input. It knows the way or so it seems. Instead of turning onto my street I went the other way and added a couple of miles to my trip.
There was a stretch of local twolane that ran beside the river for several miles and the effect of riding beside running water always had a calming effect on me. As I rode along the tranquility of the scenery worked it's magic on my nervous system and the trials and travails of modern life fell away like drops of water on a newly waxed Harley. I couldn't help but marvel at the Wa or balance of nature and man in how perfectly the potato potato rumble of my Harley fell into cadence with the current of the river beside me. Soon those couple miles added became 20 and then 30 as I lost track of time and became one with the machine, the road and nature.
The sun was moving toward the horizion now and the aire becoming crisp with a hint of wood smoke. The thoughts of having a juicy steak with a great bottle of wine and a voluptuous redhead across the table are rampent as I turn toward the street I live on and thank the unverse for giving me the day and the Harley to enjoy it with, and of course the redhead!
"The wind wisps by my ears as the rumble of my bike echos through the hill side. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds to warm me slightly, just as I ride into a valley which drops the temp about 10 degrees. The road rises to meet me and seems to call to me to throttle up as I carve the curves. As the sunsets I think to myself, I am truly blessed." (bikerman101)
As I turn into my neighborhood I see the sun going down in the west over the lake surrounded by trees showing their fall colors. The water is so calm I get a reflection that looks like a mirror image of what lies on the shore. There is a bald eagle flying overhead, circling as if he could tell I was flying as freely as he was. I decided to keep riding, heading through my neighborhood, past my neighbors out mowing the lawn, raking the leaves or other fall chores while I blissfully rode by, oblivious to their envious stares.
In my heart of hearts, I knew I should end this perfect journey that joins soul, spirit and mind in a perfect symphony of sights, smells and sounds; such was not the case. I proceeded past my driveway as neighboring faces pressed against their glass windows, breaths fogging the glass as if to obscure the vision of this poetry in motion, man and machine together…those busy raking leaves, mowing, trimming bushes all gave pause. You could see it in their eyes, the allure of the road. The boyish part of me gave way to a large grin of contentment. I twisted the throttle and accelerated off with a throaty roar of v-twin power. The day had not yet ended, for
the yearn to ride on grew.
Without setting a destination, I rode past the sea of houses and gained ground toward the open road. Tossing my watch a wink, I knew that time was irrelevant.
The scenery again grew into a melding of wild, unclaimed territory that no picture could do justice. A slight waterfall cascading over into an inviting pool of the clearest of water, foothills giving way to the majestic mountains that lay beyond. Off in the distance, I could see the eagle flying high, giving voice over his domain with a proud cry of glory.
Up ahead, a large wooden building came into view. Parked in front were numerous two-wheeled conveyances of various styling. I knew my first destination had been reached…
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