Just getting the wheels rolling under me this morning felt fantastic.

There are times in life when we just need miles.

Some will not understand this. They see only the destination and not the value of the journey. They do not understand the therapy of the road.

Course, I am no better, I do not understand their therapy. I do not place a value upon the things that provide them respite from the hectic nature of the lives we lead.

But for me, letting the world just roll by for a while is very cathartic. Unlike many of my motorcycling friends I have stayed away from getting a bike with the modern electronics of radio, sat nav, bluetooth, cruise control, etc…

It is not that I would not like these items (especially cruise control), but the bike is a visceral thing for me. It is my only time away from the electronic connection of the modern world.

The helmet becomes a quiet room to itself. A place away where the world rolls past the window of my visor and I am at peace.

After many years of riding this has become an addiction. It has become something that I must get a fix of regularly and when I cannot my mind and soul suffer.

It becomes a visit to my therapist. It is my private time alone with God. It is my own personal massage therapist soothing the ills of my body and mind with the vibration of the motor and the road.

It too is the way I cheat age, under the helmet I am any-man, any-age. It dials back the years and requires, no demands, that my mind be sharp and nimble as the bike beneath me. To be anything less is to tempt disaster.

Thus, I must finish this with my last sip of coffee on this brisk morning and once again …. Roll….