The black rocket roared past her on the freeway.She felt old and dowdy in her sensible economy car.
Then the helmeted knight, as he raced away,
looked back at her, and suddenly she was Guinevere.
But he had dragons to fight and he sped on his steed
up the cloverleaf toward them. She watched him
accelerate over the bridge, her sudden swain,
and her heart pounded in his wake.
Chris Alba (c) 2009
Photo courtesy Harley Davidson
8 comments:
Today I am tired of philosophy and working on my AA program. It's time to have a little fun.
I like it. Did you give him a wave?
I don't need a Harley hero. I've got my own bike! (it's a lot bigger than that little Sportster too!)
Whooo Hooo! jeNN
I would suggest the knight be better equipped on a rank old BSA best bike for battles.
i know this feeling too well, having travelling with my biker hubby and his friends. fortunately i have a car that gives a few bikes a good run for their money, heee heee heeee
One gets one's thrills where one can, small though they may be. That was the case with me.
Chris
I love it!!!!
You're just being naughty! No wonder I like you sooo much! :o)
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