Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Sturgis.

Sturgis. In two days.

Glory bound. The sunshine. The moonshine. The asphalt. The Phat Ass Phalt.

While my tires roll over the ass phalt...that piece of ass is mine. All mine.

I like to hang out while I"m riding. As if I'm sitting at a picnic table, or kicked back in a lawn chair...you know. My boots are resting on the engine guards.

I'm dirty.

I'm sweaty.

I'm happy.

I've got bugs that met their maker laying on my face.

I've got fine lines of road dust resting on my throat.

My mascara is not waterproof like it says. It's under my eyes. All smudgy and smoldery.

My finger nails that looked really good, all polished and manicured when I left, are now all filthy and the color is chipped like an undone puzzle.

When I get to Sturgis I will have an ice cold glass of __________.

And if I smoked cigarettes still I would puff on a Camel Turkish Gold.

I'll be grinnin' very wide. I'll be sleepy and I'll set my tent up and cuddle in there with my few belongings.

I'll dream about God and I'll dream about environment....heaven surrounding me.

I am home again in the Black Hills....

let the party begin.