Thursday, October 1, 2009

Harley Hero

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


enchantedoak said...

Today I am tired of philosophy and working on my AA program. It's time to have a little fun.

Syd said...

I like it. Did you give him a wave?

big Jenn said...

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

the walking man said...

I would suggest the knight be better equipped on a rank old BSA best bike for battles.

Shadow said...

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

enchantedoak said...

One gets one's thrills where one can, small though they may be. That was the case with me.

Gin said...

I love it!!!!

Tall Kay said...

You're just being naughty! No wonder I like you sooo much! :o)