This past week has been great for riding home in the afternoons. The mornings may be cold or misty and unpleasant, but I'm glad I have the motorcycle when it's time to go home.
I don't have a radio on my bike, but often songs spring to my mind unbidden while I ride. Maybe they come from the circumstances, weather, or things I pass on the road. Here are some examples:
When it rains:
"I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain..."
When I pass an El Camino:
"Storming through the party like my name was El Niño
When I'm hangin' out, drinking in the back of an El Camino..."
When it rains harder:
"Scratch my back with a lightning bolt,
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note.
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band."
After a while without riding:
Self-Explanatory
Oddometer: 11412
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When it rains:
"I've been stranded in the combat zone
I walked through Bedford Stuy alone
Even rode my motorcycle in the rain..."
When I pass an El Camino:
"Storming through the party like my name was El Niño
When I'm hangin' out, drinking in the back of an El Camino..."
When it rains harder:
"Scratch my back with a lightning bolt,
Thunder rolls like a bass drum note.
The sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band."
After a while without riding:
Self-Explanatory
Oddometer: 11412
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