Riding down the open road
At speeds past (mumble-dy 3)
The sights, the smells are closer
Than ever before to me

Invigorating, as powerful horses
Thrum beneath my feet
The ground so close you could
Almost taste the passing street

Smelling the smells of spring
Time and time again
Wild roses, white clover
The pavement after rain

Seeing the vistas spread
Side to side – in front of me
Swivel head for safety and
Taking in all I could see

I miss it now that I no
Longer can take part
My motorcycle and I will
Ride forever in my heart
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posted for VV’s weekly 100 word challenge: Invigorating.

I started riding when I was 44, having purchased my first motorcycle the day after my second grandchild, first granddaughter, was born. (biker gramma) I rode that bike for over 10,000 miles, then moved up to a larger bike, then a larger bike still. I rode well over 75,000 miles on those three bikes. I miss them, but had to quit when my hands refused to cooperate any longer. Now I write wistfully of riding.

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