More snow. Dying to fill my iPod, twist a throttle and find a town I’ve never seen, let alone know the name of. Don’t call my cell on that weekend. I won’t answer.
Some people like to just ride. To the corner or to the store. To the next next town. for a few hours, or a few days. To the lucky few, for a few weeks. What it means to me I’m not sure it means to everyone else.
Life is a tough sumbitch. It’s exactly as it should be.
I just like to ride. It’s been snowing today. Man, I need it.