I woke up feeling a little tired, a few aches and pains, looking forward to a great day on two wheels. The road was long straight with a slow speed limit (110K) redefining boring. Grass lands and crops as far as the eye could see in every direction. Even a lane change became a reason for celebration because it caused movement to the left or right.
This ol' highway's getting longer
Seems there ain't no end in sight To sleep would be best, but I just can't afford to rest I've got to ride in Denver tomorrow night
And the white line's getting longer and the saddle's getting cold I'm much too young to feel this damn old All my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole I'm much too young to feel this damn old
I know stop complaining, you're on a motorcycle 2000 miles from home with good friends and weeks of riding yet to come. After a trip to dinner and working out the kinks in the spa all is right with the world again. Yet when I heard Garth Brooks on the radio today I just had to agree with him because at that exact time I was feeling "much to young to feel this damn old".
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Agree, no complaining! We are all living in Dante's Tenth Circle of Hell-Phoenix. WOW, was it HOT today! Enjoy....safe travels!!!
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