Some semi-poetic musings on the therapy of motorcycle riding

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I’m no poet, but while seated in an aircraft at 35,000 feet somewhere over the Arabian Sea west of India, these words began to materialize in my head. Returning from a 16-day mission/relief trip to Indonesia with 127 Legacy Foundation, I longed to unwind on a motorcycle and ride off into uncrowded countryside. Through travel exhaustion, overseas illness, and jet-lag, I mused, “I’m always better on a bike.” Hence, the following-

I’m Better On A Bike

When the day has been long,
And the night has been restless,
All I need is an afternoon ride;
I’m better on a bike.

When I’m feeling my age,
And my health seems to falter,
All I need is to fire up and throttle out;
I’m better on a bike.

When my confidence wavers,
And I feel unsure of myself
In other tasks and duties of my life;
I’m better on a bike.

When my hands begin to hurt
And my gut aches with illness,
A ride on my Triumph refreshes and resets;
I’m better on a bike.

When the pressures of life mount,
And the demands are relentless;
I reach for the keys and the gloves;
I’m better on a bike.

When this broken, messed up world
Makes my heart heavy,
I point the Bonneville down the road;
I’m better on a bike.

When my head is full of questions,
And my mind is filled with why’s,
I pull on the helmet and gloves;
I’m better on a bike.

When modern tech frustrates me,
And I feel like a cog in the machine,
I kick start the old KZ650;
I’m better on a bike.

When I feel like I don’t measure up,
And that I’m inconsequential,
I lean into the next curve;
I’m better on a bike.

When the future looks uncertain,
And the present is shifting sand,
I roll toward the gathering dusk;
I’m better on a bike.

No matter my age or my health,
The times or the seasons,
No matter how or where the wind blows,

I’m better on a bike.

Rob

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