true therapy
the heavens open and part as the first drops of rain fall down on him as he looks up and smiles lightly. pulling the rsv mille r off the kick stand he turns the key thumbing the start button; the engine rumbles to life idling smoothly. sliding on his helmet he then pulls in the clutch and clicks the transmission down into first gear. with the ease of a dancer in bale he smoothly rolls on the throttle while simultaneously letting out the clutch and moved forward and was under way in no time at all. the black asphalt moving like a dark ocean beneath his heels. the winding road switching from long left turns to long sweeping right ones pitching him and the bike up and down but still keeping them in contact with the roads surface. the rain picked up in streams as it felt luke warm against his hands and arms, the old and weathered Ramones t-shirt flapping and fluttering in the wind as he cruised down the open two lane road of the countryside. flashes of lightning light up the sky off in the far distance not bothering him as a familiar song begins to play through the headset. broken by seether. he takes in a deep breath and then lets it out long and slow, the soothing hum of the v twin between his legs comforted him in such a way that only others who rode a motorcycle could understand. almost as if in a trance he dance with the bike back and forth trough the turns in time with the music. all the stress an worry's seemed to melt away with the rain as he found inner peace he hadn't felt in a very long time. this is his therapy. no having to pay some smuck to examine him and tell him how he felt or what to do. this was a better drug then anything on the market. it was freedom. freedom of life, to ride, to feel the earth and the environment around him; to ultimately become one with the world and the bike.
