Down at the Swan this weekend a friend of Julia and Bog showed up and while he was waiting to talk with Julia he showed me a poem that he wrote. I thought it was a good insight into the thrill of the ride and the price that some of us have paid over the years and that a few, like Bog, have paid to a higher level...
We are seduced by her speed.
We are seduced by the roar
of her power between our legs.
We are seduced by that rush of adrenaline.
We are those willing companions
who will accept all the ride can give.
We accept because our hearts soar and fly
when we make love with the ride.
The ride is jealous.
She demands our full attention and judgement.
She will accept no distractions
and even with that she will throw in surprises.
She has the contempt of certainty
for those who would risk too much.
The ride giveth and the ride taketh away.
We are here for such a short time dear heart,
the ride is a dangerous lover.
____________________________John-Ward Leighton - 4 July 2004