Monkey Man kicking it on his favorite couch watching All in the Family. ..laughing at the meathead..thinking he needs to do something for Sunshine. .she has done all the activities for him..what could he possibly do..it hits him..right between the eyes..softball. .damn those little brothers. ..as the stars and twitty birds start to clear.. A day on the mini..show her his favorite places to ride...maybe explore some new ones..he reaches for the phone. ..yup it rings..its Sunshine. .yes I would love to go for a ride..I thought you would never ask..give me an hour..
He puts on his riding gear..black t-shirt and meds..dirty but clean overalls and his new Harley dew rag..gets out the rags and gives the mini a quick wipe down..checks his sun dial and pulls the chrome mini to life..
As he zips down Sunshines alley he sees her walk out the gate..wow..might have to just kinda sit here and lean forward a few..she's wearing tight jeans and a tank top..hairs pulled back but those boot..he never saw those before. .knee high pure American leather..he stops and mumbles wow again you look sweet..she gives him a hugs and whispers. ..I was born to ride..lets go..she gets on and gets here feet on the pegs arms around him..he smiles. .today we share my freedom..it becomes our freedom..we are in the wind..and twists the throttle. .
Monkey Man has a plan..ride..just ride as he goes around the gate at the big canal..down the bank they go as fast as the mini will carry them..to the old rock quarry a couple of quick trips through the much ridden trails..up the hills and down to the bottom just to blast back to the top. .he hears a laugh. .feels her grip as she leans her head back and let the wind do what it does. .
Down around Ishi's orchards to the old county road..twisting and turning till its reaches its end..the old rock house or the four wall the have withstood time..they stop and walk up the short hill hand in hand..wind does all the talking that needs to be done..they step inside. .the freedom of the ride allows a new and open freedom of the mind..its like stepping back in time and feeling the hard but innocent years..pioneers just as the young couple and the wind were today..building a new a better world on mile at a time..as they start walking down the hill they glance back. .I little boy in home made clothes is waving good bye..
Up Whittakers hill..they ride..cares of the day have left..worries are on hold and life hits them with a warm summer breeze..they laugh..the point..they share the road by feel and touch..as Monkey Man reaches the crest the green of the valley can be seen for a hundred miles he feels Sunshines awe as he pulls to a stop. .Monkey Man takes her hand and leads her to a big mossy rock..where the breeze always clears the trees..no matter where you sit the view is nothing but beauty. .as they sit quietly Monkey Man whispers to Sunshine. .this is my secret place..I have kept it in my heart alone as mine..the wind brought us her..Please share this rock with me..its just a big old ugly rock Sunshine. .but it calms my fears and lifts the bad away..it gives me peace during turmoil. .its now our rock. ..as the wind gave them a warm gust of blessing..
As they wind back toward the town the wind doesn't let them down..they laugh as they find the alley to Willys who is really not Willy but that's an old story..they sit and share. Burger and cold icy DP..words are few..electric feelings still fill the air around them..they look up to where the old mossy rock has sat and waited for this day..as the wind gives one final blessing they hug..knowing this would be a shared memory they could make over and over..Mister Wind was always there awaiting their return..thank you Sunshine for sharing this ride..Love ya...those electric hugs...
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