Mornings

Waking up early in the morning, the sun is just starting it's climb across the sky, it's first rays just breaking over the horizon. You get washed, throw on your jeans and tee shirt, grab a quick bite, grab your sun glasses and head out the door. The bike is waiting for you, Harley, Honda, Kawasaki, Yamaha, Jawa, Triumph, BMW, it makes no difference. You back it out of it's enclosure and fire it up, the smell of green and things growing permeates the air. Back it around and head down the driveway and onto the street, the morning air has just a hint of coolness before the heat of the day rolls in. This time of morning the roads are pretty empty as you cruise into the country, up through twisting roads, climbing up hills and dropping into valleys and climbing back out again. You can hear the sound of the tires on the asphalt, the constant purr of the motor and the crack of the exhaust as you and the bike merge into a single being. The warmth of the day wrapping around you, the alarm clock goes off..
You roll out of bed, the sun is just starting it's climb across the sky, it's first rays just breaking over the horizon. You get washed, throw on your Jeans, your shirt, your coat and gloves, you step outside..
You climb in your cage and back out of the driveway, the heater has yet to earn it's name and it won't start earning it's name for a few more miles and then it will just be a warm breath against the over-nite subzero air that fills the car, You think back to bed, to the dream... January 9, February, March, April...How long will it be before you are cruising the roads in a Tee shirt?