Gone...

I can here a Sportster in the distance, crackling pipes cut through the think summer air, MiLLS rolls in ready to roll and I bowl out of shop like a kid breaking up for summer holidays at school. We blast down the bypass to Andy and Jane's place, a roll in roll out ensue's! no time for chit chat the road is where we need to be. Twisty country lanes follow and even at this time of the evening the warmth from the sun is intoxicating. We are riding towards it, I can feel the sting of the bugs on my forehead. 

Only a horsebox, the old piece of  shit pulls onto the road and and fill the air and our lungs and eyes with burning oil and fumes, the anticipation is electric as Andy drops the hammer through the gap and blasts down the hill in a orchestra of noise. It still amazes me how a simple evening ride with a couple of friends can feel so magical, everything that was on my mind fell of it, cruising through those country roads. 

We stopped, we ate, it was good. 

The ride home was filled with a totally different mood, the sun was going down behind us and filled our mirrors with a warm orange glow, the world in front of us was orange, behind was dark. Andy and Jane split and left MiLLS and I all on our own in the middle of the English country side not another person in sight. we take up the whole road, I look over an we both have that grin, you know the one, when you fart in class and the teacher gets angry making the smug look on your face even worse! Thanks for the memories. 

Words: Noble

Pictures: Nee

Good Times: All