Straddling thunder, thighs clutching, colours blazing
Cocoon cloaked obscurity, secured within domain of night.
Throbbing heat ‘tween man-fleshed thighs, massaging muscles
Machine and man meld in motion of earthbound flight.
Roar of release ripping the night, cleaved in two.
Thrusting forward coiled deliverance, sensuous, soothing
Lost from city lights on open road, catching the moon.
Challenging the night breath, ghost ride to freedom.
Yellow flashes ‘neath rhythmic churning, tearing the line.
Evening wrapped asphalt, push the wind with twist of wick,
Rumble of reverberating power, thoughts cleansed by star-dusted shadow
Wind and hair entwined in rampant dance seeking brotherhood,
Fallen comrades stroke the pavement beyond night's lonely isolation
Chrome's reflection of warriors' feathers in eternal tempest,
The veil of midnight enshrouds, enticing entrapment within the nightwind.

Cloudwalker  
March 2000, 

Riding the night wind is something that I personally have never done.  I would like to thank Tim, Fred and Tony for the sharing of thoughts. May the road always be smooth under your wheels.