Saturday, August 13, 2011

Live to Ride

Riding my motorcycle across Kansas I watch an amazing orange sun set in my rearview mirror. I've never noticed how the red blinking lights on the tall, white power windmills look like fireflies hovering above the prairie. A bright, white moon moves in and out of the clouds following a storm while gold colored lightning strikes across the sky in the distance. We all move in and out of traffic in unison following the two red tail lights ahead and I look beside me at a good friend living in the moment just as I am. The wind is cool on my face and although I've been in the saddle for over 15 hours, I feel like I can ride forever. This is what Live to Ride means to me.