Easy Rider

Quick ride down the eastern coast. Hickory to Melbourne - 610 easy miles in 9 easy hours. No maintenance, no traffic, no weather - no problem. Really good to get back on the road again.

The pounding bounce, the twisty turns, the horizon's constant rise and fall, the slow-passing cities, the quck-passing towns, with people and cars racing all around, The long great roads with ancient monsters from the distant past, lumbering, snorting, thrasing, rumblingly, mindlessly-charging and ominiously-eyeing us, those hissing and groaning and squealing Trucks. Hah – Olé!

We sleep with the door open to the beach tonight, and the song of the ocean is our lullabye. Pillow-talk with an old friend, long time missing. Bringing back feeling-sounds from Florida and California, from Green Turtle Cay, from Pattaya Beach in Thailand, from Bermuda and the Azores and Iceland, and especially Vietnam, and the islands of Greece, and Crete and from Caba de Gato in Spain. The warming pulse of our very close friend, the good planet Earth. Ah, tonight we sleep together again. And it is wonderfully good. Yea.

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