I joined the boys for a chat in front of the garage.
The mood was relaxed, the air strangely cool, no clouds in the sky.
Jim gets the feel,"It's a perfect night for a ride."
So they ask, "Have you taken 'The Ride' yet?"
I am a little confused and curious.
I gratefully accept the invitation, "Just so long as it's not the final ride."
The noises have stilled. There is a strange vibe in the air.
It appears as though everything is waiting for something to happen.
I could feel it. The dog could feel it.
Then the sound of 1933 reverberating through the blue; the blue fenders,
the blue skies, the blue eyes that time has loved.
a grand experience combusting it's way into our conscious convergence.
The ride takes us, completely.
Yeah, "Let's preserve this moment..."
Secret roads that have evaded modern maps reveal a passage,
slipping through realities and riding on them like waves.
The faces wear grins that are stuck in awe at this humble adventure.
Rocky and Nappy share the 'rumble seat' and a drink.
the mental monitor. Yes, uncharted territory not what I had previously imagined.
Trust me... twas truly beyond.
Giant oaks guard a hidden house.
Then we arrive at the next hidden house.
Serpents congregate on the porch enjoying the aroma of stale rat.
In the following hours we tumble through a vortex unharmed and slightly amused.
that hint at the vibrational truth of a reality bending