loudsxx

19 April 1996
Bob Ray, Huntsville, Alabama

"Then I realize, as I go down the road, that the thing I like best about
motorcycles is the solitude. The words in my head start sorting out,
forming patterns, life becomes coherent, resolution and peace. The beat
of my life becomes some subharmonic of the engine and tires and I grin
like a baboon with a stick full of ants."

Bob Ray is a friend of mine and a fellow motorcycle enthusiast.

FXR
The primal scream
We leap like a shout,
A gust, one blast of
Acceleration

(Right flips a gas gap
Left a clutch in time
Foot flips up a notch
The second tic is primed)

More angry thrust,
Again the scream -
This dragon roars
His awful strength

Hang on,
Ride the Dragon!

* * *

He sets his feet
Then nods
Then leaps

Roars once,
Sucks in his breath
And thunders on

Faster we fly
His hungry voice
An urgent need,
Greed for speed

Crescendo! and the
Little climax between
Second and third

Into the gap
Where reality shifts
And the world melts

ebutton 6/3/1995

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