Now My Body Is Starting To Quiver, And The Palms Of My Hands Getting Wet

I got no reason to doubt this, baby. Its' all a terrible mess.

There is only one other thing (snowboarding) I can think of, that gave me this feeling. The deep feeling of satisfaction that follows great anticipation. When I was a kid, I knew in my heart, that snowboarding would give me something that nothing else could replace. The day I first rode, I knew we would be together forever. But somehow, I've found something I think I love just as much.

An ATV, and it's bliss. Unadulterated bliss. Its beautiful. The ground beneath my wheels, speed awakening my mind, as I ride through a beautiful forest. The threat that only eminent physical danger can deliver. It tastes good, like satisfaction.

I first started riding quads in my Dad's hometown (yeah right stalkers). Perhaps it's my country heritage. But something about riding quads delivers what's been missing. The link that bridges my craziness to my sanity and connects me with the earth.

I ride in the country, the very same property where my dad was raised. A very redneck (is that p.c.??) man comes out and threatens me with his shotgun, because I'm trespassing on precious territory. My cousin's ATV gets caught on the barbwire. Every inch of this is rewarding. I floor my quad, I feel uneasy, but perfect. I'm gravitating over the land that my grandfather called home. It's beautiful, even the though there's cow dung, everywhere. But isn't that life???

I return home. Not to my home, but it's home. I inherited this. It's in my bones, my blood. I'm so thirsty for more. I just want you to understand the way Tom Petty understands. Unadulterated freedom. I take a deep breath.