A Harley Afternoon

The sun’s lengthening shadows tell you that the day is nearing its end.  But after many hours and several hundred miles in the saddle, you don’t care.   You’ve got a cool new t-shirt in your saddlebag, your belly is full of the best pizza you’ve ever eaten, and you’re running a glorious road on a big, booming Harley.  This is the very best right here.  The lovely, verdant countryside passes like the videoscape of a movie, the air has a cutting sharpness like a knife, and the wind washes over your bare arms like the caress of an angel.  Rolling on the throttle of the machine beneath you feels both primal and bold, like a mainline hit to somewhere eternal.  As if you had turned a narrowed eye on Zeus himself.

There is a touch of immortality there.

Yes, it was a good day.

2 Responses to “A Harley Afternoon”

  1. Martha says:

    You are a crazy man! Do you have a death wish?! But then, reading this, I long to know that road… someday. Maybe.

  2. Jeff says:

    Ha! Nope, definitely no death wish. But I do love that Harley state of mind!

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