Holy crap, I haven't sat down to write for awhile. Guess that is what happens when you sit on your pity pot crying like a little bitch.. Well, I am done. I am off the pot, that primal guttural roar is building. Hope is starting to brighten the day and life is beginning to flow thru my veins again.
You ask what is this song? It is one of those pounding, thrashing songs that gets in your head and takes you off the pity pot. It takes you to a place where there is no fear and you long to sit your happy ass down on a screaming crotch rocket. Snitch your helmet tight, turn your headphones on full blast and just go haul ass.. Look at it this way.. It is about 8:00 in the morning. You come out of a mellow canyon. You have two choices if you turn left you are in Westlake Village. Surrounded by a humanity of plastic people that just live for the world and the debauchery of excess.
Your other option is to turn right. Before you is Decker Canyon. A twisting road that is dangerous and unforgiving to those that show her no respect.. You turn right.. (good choice by the way) in a second you are up to sixty miles an hour. You fly through the low lands of the canyon when the mountain pops out in front of you. You lean left accelerating, suggestions for speed limits race by your eyes as stupid little pieces of yellow.. You come around the right and the twist get as tight as a virgin on prom night. You down shift riding out the wheel hop as your legs squeeze into the bike, releasing the clutch to bring your front tire into the air as you corner.. You smile as the music pounds away. You and your bike are dancing through the curves. You come to a stop sign. Another choice. Go straight and ride the canyon through. Go left to Mulholland or Go right to finish off Mulholland.. The long straight away to the right calls out to you. You twist the throttle and go up through the gears until you see 140 mph looking back at you as you begin to descend. Boulder liter the road but you just continue the dance. Seduced by speed and the edge of life. It is here where one mistake pretty much costs your life.. At over 120 mph you take your hand off the grip and hit the replay button on your MP3 player... The drums and bass roar at you. Baiting you to push the edge further. Your tires scream as you slide the back end into another hard left hand corner..The tire leaving it marks on the asphalt. You know the end of the road is coming as you see the pacific ocean out of the corner of your eye. You push yourself, your bike , and your life one last time. Cars go flyin by within inches as you take road as your own..
You get to the bottum of the canyon. The song fades and before you is Leo Carrillo beach. You hear the waves crashing. You back up a few feet, drop your kickstand. Then take your helmet off. You light a smoke and stare into the surf. Then when you are done. You go do it all over again..
Can you feel that from the song?? Do you see the image in your mind? Does a little bit of fear swell up deep inside? If so all is well.. If not get the hell off your pity pot. It isn't about you.. It is about how you serve others.
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