By Parson Thru
It’s that time of year when my smile faces into the wind, projecting behind dark, polycarbonate shades. The barely-silenced V-twin rings in my ears, soft chatter of valve-gear and open-induction easing my soul. Detonation and reciprocation of working parts run through my hands and my feet. Tarmac rolls under the wheels and all is well – just as long as the sun keeps on shining. If only you could bottle that feeling. But I know I’d abuse it – some things are better left as they are.