Another glorious weekend of riding. Why do I love riding my motorcycle? It makes my heart sing.
Riding the open road. Being at one with the rich sensory of life. Drawing in the sharp, fresh scent of newly mowed hay or the heavy, sweet, overpowering fragrance of milkweed. A roadside adorned with pristine daisy white, intermixed with the deep golden black-eyed Susan. Around the corner Queen Anne’s Lace dominate the roadside.
It’s feeling the lift as I crest a hill and begin the descent. At one with my bike, partnering in the dance as we bank into the corners. The unobstructed view, being one with it all, making my heart sing. It is all that, and so much more.