I'm just a New Age biker looking for that last great love of my life.

Thing is, I'm clear that there are no perfect people--and perhaps that's just because we just don't see the perfection. Me . . . I'm just looking for the one who is also just "being" exactly who she is--someone I want to be with--someone I want to love. And "love" . . . hell, if you can love someone without trying to change them, then you're loving perfectly.

And if you're not "being" exactly who you are, who is there to love?

Ah, the games people play . . .

It can be kinda hard on a feller who takes responsibility for his feelings--doesn't blame them on others--and who knows he has created his life and everything in it.

Hard, when all around him are those who are embroiled in their drama of who or what "out there" is responsible for their life being so damn miserable? And then wonder why they have such a need that their relationships amount to nothing more than "who's controlling who . . . right now!"

Yup! Gotta admit: It sometimes gets real lonely just searching for someone with a like mind--someone who is just "being" . . . y'know?

But I manage to keep it all balanced on two wheels, wind rushing through thinning hair, my life held in the simple twist of my grip, feeling the rumbling thundering power of it all in the clench of my butt cheeks in the saddle . . .

Yup, kinda scary when you know that there are times--like right now--when a fellow simply needs to relax and just fart . . .

Hmmmmm . . . That was easy! Life really isn't so hard after all.

Whadda ya mean--"Stop and let you off?"