An Early Spring Ride

It's one of those Saturdays where the sun is out beyond the patch of white clouds, warm enough for a t-shirt. There is a nice steady breeze wiggling the plants as they stretch their early Spring extremities. Ace straddles his rumbling hawg, kicks it into gear and rolls off. The air is cool on his bare arms as he slices through the shadows of the trees. A few degrees less and he'd wished he had a long sleeve shirt on, but for now it's comfortably tolerable. He knows that the day will warm as his attention turns to the traffic. There are lines of bikes headed towards town; he figures that most are aimed at hitting several of the barroom events, but not Ace, he's headed out of town. He is looking forward to jumping on the nearest 2 lane byway and get the hell out of Dodge. Within moments he's rolling out where the houses get more and more sparse and the cow population takes the lead. Mile after mile he covers countless acres as his tires cut a thin slice on the tarmac. It's a spring day that smells of new plant life and pollen. Warm pockets of air spring his mind forward to thoughts of summer. Nature is timeless and if one can look past mankind's scars and piles of crap on the earth it can be seen. It's there, right around the next bend in the road and over the next hill and it's Ace's aim to find it.