@ Paulie

I've been out riding as often as I can. For hours and hours my senses treated and my thoughts completed. Nothing bothered, nothing pained... my hands, my ass from time to time slept, thinking of times when I've laughed and when I've wept. A gallon of gas or two here and there... water for me, a few sips for each stop. The Sun would be bright and then hide away behind mountains of trees then reappear over towns, their shaven hills and their cemeteries. I saw rails and flashing crossings. I caught up to a train and sped past the engine. It disappeared when the road took me back up a steep hill. I rode down again deep into the green on blacktop... even got a chill. I went on and on I'm gonna do it again. I'll close me key now... you know what I mean. Going to bed. In! 15... ;-)