The Ride

I was in the car today, driving on an old route. It was the way I took to the girl's, when my heart was pounding, and my steps were light. The nights were hot and the love was so good. 35w to 35st exit, straight on to Colfax, take a right...

So many times I drove that route. So many nights in Linden Hills. So filled with love, so connected.

It wasn't all that tonight. The mission was to drop off home brew for a friend's 50th. It's just down the street from the ex's boyfriends - her boyfriend when we were together, not now. (Don't ask)

Love is there, a different love, people in my life that have been there and will be there. Riders. Colleagues. Piers. Giants of human compassion and emotion. Like me.

I'm home now, and out of the car. Time to ride. Back to the 50th. Back to my peeps.