The Motorcycle Diary..

She sits with all her beauty. Maroon, with black and gold trim. Her chrome shines in the light of the new day. Her name is Molly and she is my new love. She never complains, nags or bitches at me. A ride on her is true joy. She is my motorcycle. Oh the feeling of the open road. The wind in my face. The smells and sights of the road as we pass by. It is total relaxation! Now I ponder the act of packing a bag, throwing a coffee pot in her saddle bags and head out on a new adventure. The freedom of riding to some undiscovered country where no man has traveled. Ah, how sweet is my dream...