The Last Ride

Soon, I'll have the bike running again. Before its too late, I want to take it on a great ride.....from one end to the other side.... want to live every piece of gravel, write some biker poetry, feel the heat of the sunset burn against my face with the wind howling through my hair, smell the mixture of octane and the rubber on the road, with the rumbling of thunder beneath my thighs.... My soul cries for it. I am so ready. Want to fly like the raven....let my spirit "Caw" in the wild down the Lincoln Highway for the ride of my life.
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