The Ride

I can feel the power of the engine

Shaking under the hood

The power overtaking my cold body

From the cool crisp winter breeze

And the fresh powder

The riveting smell of exhaust

When boondocking in the snow

There is a jump ahead swoosh

I land and sink deep but hammer the gas

And watch the rpms rise as I climb out

I get onto solid ground

And spin out and zoom away

And disappear in a snow cloud

I ride up a 60 degree incline with my engine roaring

I'm at 7500 rpms and my engine backfires

I stop to look and the engine is OK

So I ride home