drop the watch and ride

Motorcycles. . . how sad would the world be without them. Think of the simplicity of how two wheels and a motor with an attitude can create so much passion. The sleek feel of the chassis with the rider, its poetry. If you could imagine the thrill of it all. Lets say you're leaving work walking in the parking garage about to go home and there it is a brand new bike with the keys left in the ignition. You approach it and find a note. Reading the note you learn that it is actually an invitation for you to take it. You're looking around thinking its all a joke until you see that it addresses your name on the invite. You give up trying to make sense of it all and mount it. Like the Matrix, you suddenly have a rush of knowledge on how to ride. The key turns, the lights come on, and then the red button is depressed and it roars to life. The revving of the throttle with the flick of the wrist. You then drop it in gear and release the tension of the clutch and roll on out. You crawl forward exiting the garage then slowly approaching a stop sign. Looking both ways, the coast is clear. You proceed to move on then build up the speed to the next gear pulling in the clutch. The wind is kissing your face until pretty soon its surging at you making you feel like you are going light speed as you enter the open highway. The road bends and curves and you ride them through as if you are one with the road, weaving in and out of them while looking past the turns. You are in the top gear. The ocean is to your left and a wall of rock cliffs to your right. The scent of the air has a hint of salt. You see a lighthouse by the beach. You continue on and there are more riders up ahead. You catch up and join their party. You have sunglasses and a leather jacket all of a sudden. The surroundings shift as you cruise onward. Red rocks everywhere, there is a diesel locomotive on one side and a stampede of wild stallions on the other. They are in sync with you. The train lets out the horn and the horses press on and shaking the earth as they go. You feel the power and glory of the desert road leading you into the sunset. The sky has colors of fire orange surrounded by strawberry red with voids of blue for what is left. You tear up thinking that it just might be a dream and you better well not wake up just yet.