Wednesday. Wednesday to hit the hills. There are no cops out on Wednesdays. Wednesdays in the mountains and Wednesdays in the mountains are good, and quiet. My bike and I and past-present-future. My bike and I and dips and swoops and curves. My bike and I are throttle happy. Throttle happy on Wednesdays.
Blessed existence. A real ride. A Saturday wake-me-up in full-leathers. Mist through the mountains. thick on the throttle and thick in the wind and feeling the weight of it all, the bike and i, the gravity. everything passing, peripherally. eagle eyes. and it is the most amazing thing. that place. there. if only in the head. that place. there. sheer ecstasy on a bike. of the scenes we will see when the rest falls away.