Riding the canyons early morning
With the sun nipping at the cold of night
I lean into the turn, feel the wind
Slowly open the throttle and
Hang in there perfectly balanced
Between opposing forces
The parking lot at the rock store
Is already full of cooling off motorcycles
A smorgasbord of power and beauty
To be admired by the leather clad crowd
A little piece of heaven on earth
For the titillated motorcycle addicts
Riding the canyons is never
Just a Sunday morning outing
It is an otherworldly experience
A rollercoaster of pleasure and
Heart stopping excitement with
All the senses on overdrive
The daily grind and problems
Are shed like an old overcoat
No messages and mails
The mind free and uncluttered
All that counts and exists is
The road right here, right now