Slapped in the heart

Woke early today I had a reason. It’s been awhile since I climbed on the steel pony and just headed out in no direction. The music competed with my pipes. The pipes won. As I rode I went back to the days when these songs shaped who I eventually became. Without it, I would have missed more than I can remember. We lived and breathed the music of the sixty’s and seventies it was our heartbeat. Now decades later I am still spell struck when I hear those riffs and never-ending leads. I throttle up and let the air fill my being as I race towards another rush of a different kind.So many bands, so many songs so many memories of blurred faces and reckless nights of wonder. Now cruising at eighty-five mph with one hand on the bars and the other squeezing the last drop of volume as zeppelin slaps me right in the heart.

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