My Ride...

The wind in my face,
Is the greatest feeling,
Just you and your machine on the road,
And the sound of fuel burning.
You head out somewhere,
Or head out no-where.
The wonder of your faithful stallion,
Feels like you can go anywhere.
Grip the rod, down the gear,
Rip off through the empty space.
On you go ahead of others,
In this life's endless race.
You can laugh and spread joy,
Or can ride alone with a tear to shed.
You are assured of your steed,
To be with you on the road ahead.