Riding out of town on one of those autumn afternoons,
If you got out early it was warm for a while.

Trying to get to the top of Six Mile Mountain.

We rode out of town,
She was on the back with my old blue jean jacket and metalflake helmet.
I was working the cool, but feeling the heat that almost had me shivering.

Alright, thru all these years, always in my thoughts, in my dreams.

Trying to get to the top of Six Mile Mountain.

The ride out was fine.
The low sun dappling the road with light and shade.
Early fall still with the colors of life.

So we found the turn. Headed up the hill.

About halfway up a washout spoiled the plan.
We tried the two of us and fell.
The dry clutch shrieked and caught and stalled the bike.
I tried solo and she watched and laughed as she took off the old blue metalflake.

So I left the bike and grabbed at her and we tumbled down the slope beside the trail laughing through the light of the low autumn sun.

Sliding down the hill in a loose embrace until we stopped in a pile of yellow and orange and brown and what felt like love.

Trying to get to the top of Six Mile Mountain.

Maybe if the plan went beyond the top of Six Mile Mountain.
Maybe if the washout wasn't so steep and deep...

Posted 3/3/07 by Lewis "Captain" Kirk