I need to ride.
Riding is my heroin and I need it, bad, right now. I need to ride because my receptors need a deluge of dopamine to quell the shakes I get thinking about riding, and when I can't roll because it's winter and the roads are icy and it's near zero.
A blog friend, Trooper York, posted a thread on his blog asking where I'm going this summer. Hell, I don't know, yet. I posted back "Good trips are the smiling offspring of giddy impulsiveness...."
I'll know when I know, and go when I go.
Last night I listened to a band called Gin Blossoms. I wanted a diversion from the riding jones and didn't get one.
Turns out that their first hit included twelve-string guitar work and close harmony imitative of Roger McGuinn's brilliant playing and singing with a band called The Byrds, back in the day.
Bob Dylan wrote and The Byrds sang Ballad of Easy Rider.
Now that I've gone into a riding-deprived funk I may as well listen to another clip from Easy Rider, this one sung by Levon Helm.
Take a load off, Manny.
Spring can't come soon enough. I need to ride.