First Ride

A hesitant day, sunlight
with the scent of warmth
entices the rider into mounting his steed
and dive into that life of the road.
Where the motions of others become
a palette to process and interpret
as life and death depend on the same.

So he goes, aching and hopeful of the outcome
which he has many times experienced.
The smells, the sights, the being
of the rider as one with the road traveled
by many but not seen as he sees it.
An existence where there is synchronicity,
there is a realization of harmony.

The motor grumbles, unsure at first
but air and fuel in the correct mix
will elicit the intended.
Yes, we will travel, we will revel
in the space that only we can fathom.
An understanding that only a man
and a machine can traverse.

The journey begins, a map is drawn.