Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for October 09, 2018

Here you are, guys. Now you can drool over Vicki.

Get your motor runnin’

Head out on the highway

Lookin’ for adventure

And whatever comes our way

Yeah Darlin’ go make it happen

Take the world in a love embrace

Fire all of your guns at once and

Explode into space

Inside each of us is that other we might have been. Occasionally it arises just under the surface and we remember.

Let’s get lost, feel like driving out of my mind

Wheels on fire, see those dust clouds rising up to the sky

You don’t know the way that you got me feeling

Everyone around is wheeling and dealing

Endless freeway, cruising down the line on Highway 69

There was an overlook point in NAS Cubi Pt. Philippines that overlooked the runway and the harbor in Subic Bay. I often rode my bike to work and would see a lone rider sitting at the overlook looking out over the bay. I often thought it was probably the only peaceful part of his day. I would occasionally stop and sit with him, we never spoke, but it was very peaceful.

YEEEE-HAW!!!

Been there, done that, miss it terribly. Done it on a sailboat also. Miss that too.

sturgis anyone?

I do wonder sometimes…what exactly is Rose doing when she mentally roars off on her bike? Would passersby stop and stare at the woman squatting in place, her eyes closed and her hands gripping invisible handlebars?