It’s that moment that
I accept that the machine has taken control of my destiny & all I can do is
dance on the edge of the wind.
Elbow on knees, knees
to chest, chest flat on gas tank, eyes squinted in the beaming sunlight, shirt
wildly flapping in the wake of the wind. Clinging on to the pure power of
thunder, hurling me down the highway @ 90mph.
The pounding of the
engine, pumping in your ears; as I trip out on the road of dreams.
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