Lone Rider-A poem

I crank the engine and wait for the steady throb.

Then I put her into gear and pull out on the

Tarmac, the hiss of wheels and the thrum of

The motor transport me to another world.

Out on the free way, I put her in top and,

Steadily follow the snaking tarmac, my bike,the

Road,  the wind, and I, the only ones in the

World! The tarmac beckons to a world beyond!

Oh, is it ecstasy to ride on two wheels with the world,

All to yourself! The symbol of Freedom, and

Enterprise, the vehicle of Discovery, and the favourite

Steed of Che Guevera on his journey of discovery.

I have a car, but any time give me a bike, and oh,

would I settle for a bike! To be one with the

Environment, to see, hear, smell the light caress of the

  Wind on my face, like a lover's  lips on my cheeks!

The scent of the exhaust, the throb of the motor,

The rush of thrill, the glide, and the sense of freedom

Are what draw me into being a lone rider. For to be one

With nature, and  display a streak of wildness become me!