Life Is A Highway

♫ Life's like a road that you travel on

When there's one day here and the next day gone ♫

Tom Cochrane sang it best when he explained to the rest of us what it feels like to mount your bike and head into the wind. As a sidecar passenger in our Green Rat Patrol, I am able to turn my head in all kinds of directions, taking in the sights, sounds, smells and glory of the sun from all directions. The roar of the engine is at my left while the roadside is so close I could reach out and touch it.

On this riding day, we headed north to our familiar café, renowned for its luxurious cinnamon buns. After savouring its sweet taste and swallowing a good portion of hot coffee, we took a stroll down to the water’s edge. A friendly dog accompanied us to the dock to refresh his quench with cold lake water.

On our return trek home, we veered off the highway onto a logging road. Once we were bouncing on this gravel road, everything that seemed to matter mattered no more. A smile fills my face and happiness pumps heart. I listen to birds chirping ecstatically warning others of our approach. The aroma of the nearby ocean fills my nostrils while the thunder of our steed’s motor pushes its way into my ears. Indeed, life is a highway that turns off onto a side road.

♫ Life is a highway
I wanna ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I wanna drive it all night long ♫

Life Is Grand

Clear your mind with a view.

Happiness is being a sidecar passenger.