Turning Twenty One Again

Helmets are for sissies; I jump on my hog and head down the road A two week vacation where I can be whoever I want. No one knows me out here, I breeze down the highway Loving the wind that rattles my teeth, feeling alive again My youth comes back swiftly, I lose ten years every ten miles There is no destination, it is the journey, the open road, I seek I am replenished, refreshed, I have recaptured my hopes and dreams. On my hog, I lose forty years in forty miles, easily turning into my twenty-one year old self again.