I love a motorbike ride

An open road signals freedom,

Freedom from everyday restrictions,

Rules that keep me in check.

Nagging worries that drag me down.

Its liberating, exhilarating,

Lying low, head down chin up,

Open throttle and feeling the wind

Whistling past.

Tyres on asphalt sing their song.

Engine finely tuned throbbing along.

Bobbing and weaving

Swaying left then right.

Out of the traffic and into the light,

Along narrow winding country lanes.

Rolling round bends

Caution on the corners.

Then back on to the highway,

Zoom zoom zooming free and easy

Riding the distance, free at last.

Feeling good filled with pride,

At one with the machine.

In tune to the rhythm of the ride.

Val Cook 2011