Other than getting through this last work day of the week for me, I've got one thing on my mind...Riding. I'll keep my post short today and leave you with the words of someone else...
And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.
~James Dickey (poet), "Cherrylog Road"
Enjoy the weekend ya'll, be safe...
Jim
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