Day 37 - Owed to the Road

Owed to the Road

At the beginning’s

A great place to start

Cause sometimes a great day

Just sticks in your heart.

Though the years are few

The miles are many;

The bad days are few

The great days are plenty.

But, once in a while

There comes an experience

That’s so awe-inspiring

You treat it with reverence.

An Internet search

Is a great place to go

When you hunger for travel

And thirst for back roads.

Just Google Virginia

Moving from West to East

And there you will find 

A true asphalt feast.

Highway 58

AKA “Crooked Road”

Into my Basecamp software

Began to download.

The route was a breeze

Just one path to trace,

But the exploits that followed

None can replace.

A Garmin Dezl 770

Is perched on our dash.

And it’s worth ever penny 

Of our hard earned cash.

Its bright screen is huge

And is made of pure glass.

Perfect directions

To us it does pass.

The day was perfection,

Bright skies of blue.

Not one single cloud

Did we have to peer through.

Neither music nor book

Not a song, not a sound.

Just the hum of the breeze

And our tires on the ground.

The “Crooked Road” delivered

As we cruised up and down.

The twists and the turns

For miles did abound.

The traffic was scant

Naught blocked our view.

Interruptions, as well

Were far between and few.

The flora was backlit

Heading East as we traveled,

So the beauty within it

Had us bedazzled.

Top down and enlightened

Underneath the bright sky

It was almost euphoric

As the the miles scampered by.

The roads were perfection

For bike or Miata.

We felt just like kids

Breaking our first piñata.

We don’t say you should;

We don’t say you shouldn’t,

But if you could,

We ask why you wouldn’t.

So if you’ve a bucket,

And if you’ve a list,

Put the “Crooked Road” on it,

And give it a twist.

Never before 

Have we ridden this route.

But, I can assure you,

It’s what “It’s” all about.

Tomorrow’s a new day.

Yesterday’s passed.

Each day’s a treasure;

Make sure that it lasts.

We don’t claim that we’ve earned it,

Nor feel that it’s owed.

We simply savor

What’s owed to the road.