Slowly, in the fresh cool breath of a winter desert morning, the sun rises to reveal a new day... She's as fresh and pure as a Virgin.
The sure knowledge that what is the essence of my dreams wrought into physical form... shaped into an exquisite piece of ingenuity and man made passion...
... sits right in front of me... glistening in the morning sun... and I cannot but smile.
Of all my failures and shortcomings I am painfully aware. Of the little trust I have known in this life I am daily reminded.
For the Life and Spirit embodied in the ethereal reality that IS a Motorcycle ... I am Grateful beyond what words can describe.
Many things I don't know and never will. Many trusts have been given and betrayed. Many sorrows have been endured and a few joys.
A single shining joy, whose trust I Know, will never betray me... is... Motorcycle; and she is mine.
Grab Your Handles and Ride
No matter what life brings your trusty steed will always be there waiting to make things right.
Lovely pic too.
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