Wednesday, July 8, 2015


I was riding down the open way last night, when this ancient screamer bolted past me like there was no tomorrow.

A surge of thought hit me.

If I was the old me, I'd twist my throttle hard, trying to catch up to that bike.

But there I was, cruising at the street limit without giving a damn. Without minding to push my bike to go fast. To ride alongside the wind like I used to.

I don't really know what is happening to me.

Maybe I'm getting old faster than I realize.

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