Every now and then you

October 15, 2002

Every now and then you cash in. I wonder what I owe now. I was getting ready to head out to the studio to use my time wisely when an angel knocked on my front door. He held out a little black helmet, gauntlets, some sunglasses and a little silver key. The angel said, “I really think you need to go for a ride” and pointed to a gleaming black on black Harley parked out on the street. I think I was trembling with anticipation. It was one of the most beautiful sunny fall days on record and it cracked wide open with the roar of those dual pipes underneath me. I grew up riding motorcycles but retired from the game about eight years ago. This little angel knew what I was missing. It all came back pretty quickly. As I rumbled through the adjoining neighbourhoods I shaved a year back in time for every goose of the throttle. I guess this might be the pump down in the depths of the fountain of eternal youth. Bless my friends. I’ll get him back.