650 Twin

reach down beneath mustard yellow tank to the stopcock there and opened the flow to neutral shift open the clutch lightly in leap up and kick down hard blip the throttle till the engine settles click into gear engage the clutch open the throttle the engine roars the bike leaps ahead and your smile spreads in distance far they softly hear a soft murmur growing near a twisting road flows through growing trees and rolling hills across the land they can hear the engine fade and roar again with each shifting gear far away on the last curve they now can see it growing near bright sun glitters on highlighting chrome in nest of tubes all black as night the roaring gathers rushing near as the rider races into view tight black curls over short beard in wind ripples flowing free sleeveless vest and blue jeans cowboy boots stained with oil rushing by his hand rising a salute made a fist in the air the wind of passing blows across you scent of engine and he heated oil flying by you can see on shoulders broad Triumph racing away the roaring fades the rider dwindles fading away down the road into twisting turn among the trees lost now from view wind rushes freely blowing through the clothes cooling the sweat from the sun beating down shifting weight lightly throttle and brakes work setting up the line for the next curve aiming for nowhere no goal is insight just a open road in afternoons light