Mention the words "the road" to people who are not into the world of motorcycling, and you'll probably get some puzzled looks in return. Mention 'The Road' to any man or woman in the two-wheeled fraternity and you'll see a smile light up their face, as they sit you down and begin their own particular dissertation on what 'The Road' means and/or represents to them.
The Road. For those who ride, the very word can send shivers of anticipation down your spine. It can conjure up memories of past travels and inspire dreams of new ones. It is a word heavy, pregnant with promise and mystery. It is the very sound, the very name of adventure. The road is always far more than the simple hard surface you're riding on... The road is everything. It is that one other element which forms the perfect triangle, when combined with yourself and your ride. It is the alpha and omega. The beginning, the end and everything in between.
The road and the endless adventures that stem from it, are the very reason why people embark on their riding journey. It is the reason a 'normal' person will go out one fine day and purchase a murder-sickle. Buying a motorcycle is the logical response for those of us who are fortunate enough to have heard the siren call of The Road.
The Road is not a destination. It's an experience. At times, it can be a test, a challenge. A man and his ride pitted against the vagueries of fate, against the elements, against distance, fatigue... The Road is filled with the unknown. It offers no guarantees, no promises of safety, no warnings of harm. It does however offer excitement, risk perhaps, adventure always.
Lee Roy Parnell said it best...
On The Road. (Bob McDill).
There's a sad, young wife
Never had a life,
Her mother said she'd married young
And her husband's a fool
Never listened to,
All the things she's never done.
So she packs up that ol' Ford Fairlane
She's had about all she can bear,
A suitcase, a hope, and a hard rain
She's gonna find it all somewhere.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
There's a teenage kid
No matter what he did,
Nobody ever understands.
And he don't measure up
And he's had enough,
Can't be his Daddy's little man.
So he pulls out that hot rod Chevy
Puts in his favorite cassette,
He ain't goin' to no college.
The world is waitin' up ahead.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
Eddie and Jill got time to kill
The kids, they never come around.
And a gold-plated watch was all he got
When the company shut his life down.
So he takes down that old Airstream
They don't know where they're bound,
Sixty five years and still searching
For somethin' that they never found.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
On the road.
On the road.
The Road. For those who ride, the very word can send shivers of anticipation down your spine. It can conjure up memories of past travels and inspire dreams of new ones. It is a word heavy, pregnant with promise and mystery. It is the very sound, the very name of adventure. The road is always far more than the simple hard surface you're riding on... The road is everything. It is that one other element which forms the perfect triangle, when combined with yourself and your ride. It is the alpha and omega. The beginning, the end and everything in between.
The road and the endless adventures that stem from it, are the very reason why people embark on their riding journey. It is the reason a 'normal' person will go out one fine day and purchase a murder-sickle. Buying a motorcycle is the logical response for those of us who are fortunate enough to have heard the siren call of The Road.
The Road is not a destination. It's an experience. At times, it can be a test, a challenge. A man and his ride pitted against the vagueries of fate, against the elements, against distance, fatigue... The Road is filled with the unknown. It offers no guarantees, no promises of safety, no warnings of harm. It does however offer excitement, risk perhaps, adventure always.
Lee Roy Parnell said it best...
On The Road. (Bob McDill).
There's a sad, young wife
Never had a life,
Her mother said she'd married young
And her husband's a fool
Never listened to,
All the things she's never done.
So she packs up that ol' Ford Fairlane
She's had about all she can bear,
A suitcase, a hope, and a hard rain
She's gonna find it all somewhere.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
There's a teenage kid
No matter what he did,
Nobody ever understands.
And he don't measure up
And he's had enough,
Can't be his Daddy's little man.
So he pulls out that hot rod Chevy
Puts in his favorite cassette,
He ain't goin' to no college.
The world is waitin' up ahead.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
Eddie and Jill got time to kill
The kids, they never come around.
And a gold-plated watch was all he got
When the company shut his life down.
So he takes down that old Airstream
They don't know where they're bound,
Sixty five years and still searching
For somethin' that they never found.
On the road
Where the night is black.
On the road
Where you don't look back.
There's a white line in the distance
Where it's goin' nobody knows,
If it's anywhere, you'll find it...
On the road.
On the road.
On the road.
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