Remembering rides and ventures of the summer that passed too quickly. I have little fondness or awe for the frozen moisture that now blankets the ground. My tolerance is forced upon me as I try to look beyond the next three cold and bleak months.
It will be then that I will regain my sanity, my calm, my contentment and freedom. It will be then that I will, once more, feel the wind in my face and the powerful torque rumbling just inches below me. And with the woman I’m in love with seated behind me, I will be in my zen. Nothing will harm. Nothing will hurry. Nothing will break the oneness that will be.
Long Lonesome Highway 