It's too fucking nice today in sunny Silicon Valley to be at work. My third-floor office (Yes, office, I'm no cubical-dweller) window mocks me with this fact.
I rode to work this morning on my big green Triumph, and had the best morning I've had in a couple of weeks. Coffee in my veins, sunshine and the smell of spring, almost summer.
Oh, to keep going. I took the long way to work just because it's so nice, so beautiful. I wanted to keep going, just ride, just go and go. Ride west, to the sea, and then turn south.
Or find some tramp steamer, ride aboard, work my way across the ocean, and ride off someplace with palm trees and warm beaches.
The horizon calls me. The road calls me.
Go.
Who's with me?
When? Just tell me when.
Now. For any value of Now.
Me. Me-me-me-me-me.
So with you, baby.
Swing by Texas an pick me up.
xoxo
I wonder if my feet would reach the pegs...hmm.
It was beautiful. I just got back to SD and here it was all overcast.
I'll be back- had ZERO time to visit so I didn't even bother saying look I'm here.
I didn't see your entry until just now. I was out riding all day. ;)
Hell Metis, how could you? Here I was, just waiting for you...
I promise I will return soon.
I couldn't have escaped it was a rush jam packed business trip- including lingerie and leather stores...