Friday is the afternoon tavern woman I fall in love with.
Back lit by the window glare off the cars lined up at the light
Unadorned. Cut-down. Simplicity of operation.
Boots on the rail. Forearms resting on the bar.
A hawk resting from the hunt?
A pintail resting from the journey?
Not on the schedule of the norms.
Riding a different sine of a different wave.
Your path. Your vector... I want to fall into it, run with it.
It must be Friday.
I fall in love with motorcycles on Friday.
The leftside looks disturbingly busy, and it's my favorite.
Undone. Incomplete. A work in progress. A mystery for the eyes to explore. Enticing the fingertips... "figure me out." Shapes to balance the Marketing-sculpted side of the right.
So it's the "1250," because BMW sells a 1250? HD wants to compete straight up with the best - I like that.
But in this instance, maybe should have gone with inches ...
"Pan America 76"
I kind of like that.
Choose to Ride.
Supports splitting everywhere.