20 minute writing exercise.  Kris asked us to pick one topic from the word murals and to write about it.

There is: Freedom

Running down the open road, wind in your hair, the sound of the engine ringing in your ears.  Drowning out the world around you, a chance to truly be alone.  The freedom is here.  Some folks in cars, some on bikes, but we are all seeking that same freedom the open road brings.  trees and telephone poles whipping by, glimpses of children playing in the yard as you fly by, farmers working their crops in the fields.  The sun on your back, the opportunity to be in a world so full and yet still be alone.  Becoming one with your soul, your steed.  The vibrations of the bars in your hands, the motor between your legs.  Nothing else matters.  Twisting the throttle, you feel the rumble grow.  Leaving the day behind, the daily drama disappears, and the freedom of choice slipping back in.  Sun on your face, wind in your hair, the smells changing as explore the land.  the coolness the air brings as you dip into a shadowy canyon, and the warmth of the sun as you roar back out.  The smell of fresh cut wheat, mixed with boiling asphalt.  Quick sniffs of swear flowers, mixed with the sharp smell of exhaust.  As you shift into high gear and scream through time.  The pistons of you motor thumping, along with your heart.  Your jacket flowing behind you, the air pressing against your body.  Cutting through your hair.  The road to freedom below your feet as you reach enlightenment.

Forever Two Wheels

-Nate