time of reflection tonight, when the road was open and unseen a time when I remember the days when I rode my bike for nights and days even in circles for miles not knowing what to look for or why I was even there and then finding a place to lock up and sleep to wake before the sun came up and start riding again. a time to think back to high school and reflect on how much fun having not one bit of control of what tomorrow held actually was. good times mixed with bad but it didnt matter I was happy not knowing what tomorrow even the next hour had. It felt good being a kid.
Might not help I'm playing Immortal Technique, his verses are truth and a sad truth it is.
The pic is of freeway stop 210 west in Tujunga CA, CHP officers clearing 3 lanes full of debris from a semi trailer crash.
Corona to Tujunga to San Dimas back to Corona, over 120 Miles on 3 gallons of gas in a 1997 Honda Civic EX