Staring out the window, trying to feel how heavy the wind is. this is how my day begins. as winter closes in on me, each day all i desire is one more ride. as sure as the sun will rise and set, my passion to ride never leaves. there is no other "high" no other "freedom" nothing compares to where my mind goes when i ride. closing my eyes i can actually feel the bike between my legs. tight lines, smooth curves. absolute perfection. never in my life did i ever imagine that the beautiful lime green 186lb beast sitting out front would be mine. i wanted her for so long. memories of the day i wrapped my legs around her for the very first time. instant connection. i would not leave until she was mine all mine. i bow down and worship every inch of her. this is my release. as bad as things may be. on most horrible of days, on the best of days. i take one look. run my hands over her body. inspecting the one thing i achieved. the one thing that the world doubts me for riding. i do what i can. she takes the lead, but my hand is on her throttle. i will ride to the best of my ability, and above and beyond that as with time. when my mind seems blank...there is always one thought. it is my tiny ass tearing up the roads without fear, without rules. she is my release. i won't stop, i can't stop she is my conviction
this poem is about my Kawasaki zx-10 i am a Rice Burner
