Desert Classic

Purple, dark slate-gray, monsoon clouds hung heavy over rolling desert
Mountains, silhouetted in the burning flames of a setting sun

We pushed first, eyes stinging, through dust and blowing wind
Riding towards sunset, lightning lighting the evening sky

Then a rest, appreciating, we each admired the land we call home
Standing impressed by nature's show

Our bikes, our passions, our loyal stallions
Carry us through our secret garden, our piece of heaven

Winding deeper, pedals turning, night falling
The sweet smell, soft caress, of a desert rain fell too

Nights like this are made for riding
They are what makes life beautiful, whole