The thing about Spring, is that the rapid growth of the grass, the leaves, the flowers, the trees, and of course the weeds, reminds us like no other time of the year of the constant but seemingly quick tick of the clock, the turning of the calendar page, and the strange pace of time. Think about it for a moment, winter’s cold drags, summer’s heat weighs, the autumn games distract, but the clarity and persistence of spring roar on, leaving us in its wake, wondering where the precious time goes.
Right about this time, years ago, as he walked out of his last final exam, he had a strong hankering that would not rest or succumb to the typical excuses or substitutions. He wasted no time and within an hour he was on the road supported by two wheels and powered by a Kawasaki engine. The quick plan was to head down to San Padre in TX, and he gave himself the balance of the day and night to get there. Damn…….. the power, the speed, but most of all …the freedom.
And the vibration. Those Japanese bikes are not meant for real road travel. 
By late afternoon he was in Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri, lying out on some very large rocks in a river, running fast with early spring waters, dangling his bare feet in cool wash, and baking in generous sunshine so common this time of season.
Another spring season….and counting by too fast.
