Spirit, my steel horse
As I slowly awoke this morning the frost was thick on both the roads and the cars in the parking lot, the sun was slowly coming up as I strolled down the stairs to get my fresh milk from the doorstep. I noticed it wasn’t as cold as it looked out there today, but nonetheless it was a cold start of the day. After meeting up with a few brothers and sisters of the Sentinels we all mounted up and headed South for a wonderful ride down and around Castle Rock, CO. staying off the major highways and just taking the back roads by the reigns. As we winded in and around the turns and through the straightaways we finally found ourselves in Castle Rock begging our Road Capt., for some food. After which we headed back North to the city via 85 where we split off as most of our crew headed West to another brother’s home for a pit stop. The rest of us, kept going North back to town. The scoots must of known we were heading that way cause they were rather ansi at getting back to the stables.
As I’m heading home during the final stretch, past the congestion interstates that plaque our lands, I heard a quiet whisper over the purring of the pipes… at first I wasn’t sure what I was hearing, so I looked around to see if someone was yelling at me on the road or if I heard music or whatever, but then I heard it again a few miles down the road, this time a little louder….
I … S P I R I T…
My Scoot finally spoke to me and told me her name…
I’m so proud of my steel horse.
