Why I ride

I rode. I rode and I rode and I rode.  The wind cool against me, the engine revved free between my legs.  I rode but I flew.  That is my spirit flew.  I flew free.  Free because my mind had to concentrate on the brakes, throttle and clutch as I flew down the gravel road.  If I didn't, I might fly- over the bars. This concentration pulled my mind away from everything that weighs so heavy on me.  My job, my family, my wife and my love.  My mind was not on anything but the next turn and proper modulation of the three vital controls.  It felt beautiful.  It reminded me of how I stayed sane when I was under extreme duress in school.  I need to ride more often.  It does a body, mind and soul good.  At least it does mine.