Diamond Lake
Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 9:52 pm
A good trail ride allows you to meld with the terrain while
extracting you from everyday concerns
if you think about Friday or what is around the next corner
the results are not good
but to be in the here and now are
personally I have been in a month of Fridays... yet
except for a small uphill section of "B" trail
of dust and loose rocks...
and you know where THAT WAS !!!
KNOT
The top secret Bonnie Meadowes XR 279 project bike
clanked down the first A section in total oblivian denignal
there are younger hungary riders who see through dustanistan
better than I
later "B" sections had there moments as
loose rocks and deep dust obsqured the thoughts of
a dawg bike and and old man
just going for a walk
thoughts of gasoline, smoked ham, chicken flesh, and camelback replentishiment
brought "Bonnie" into line again
whoe is to small roll chart arrows
and those to olde to see the sacret terrain
out on the trail. rolling again
on and off the throttle
balenceing upon brakes
you ask if it was fun you see
can you hear the music in mine eyes
we drove up to Crater lake Sunday Morn
Worshiping the frostie trees light shine
A hot cup of cocco
to defrost my gloves
extracting you from everyday concerns
if you think about Friday or what is around the next corner
the results are not good
but to be in the here and now are
personally I have been in a month of Fridays... yet
except for a small uphill section of "B" trail
of dust and loose rocks...
and you know where THAT WAS !!!
KNOT
The top secret Bonnie Meadowes XR 279 project bike
clanked down the first A section in total oblivian denignal
there are younger hungary riders who see through dustanistan
better than I
later "B" sections had there moments as
loose rocks and deep dust obsqured the thoughts of
a dawg bike and and old man
just going for a walk
thoughts of gasoline, smoked ham, chicken flesh, and camelback replentishiment
brought "Bonnie" into line again
whoe is to small roll chart arrows
and those to olde to see the sacret terrain
out on the trail. rolling again
on and off the throttle
balenceing upon brakes
you ask if it was fun you see
can you hear the music in mine eyes
we drove up to Crater lake Sunday Morn
Worshiping the frostie trees light shine
A hot cup of cocco
to defrost my gloves