MY CYCLE - MY SELF By: Debbie Scharibone (Taken from Windy City Riders, VOC Newsletter)

I soar away into speed's breeze, the engine's power between my knees. The throttle trembles in my hand- at my control, at my command! In the droning rumble of the motor's sound my problems, troubles and cares are drowned. Nothing keeps me from the sky, and I can ride where eagles fly! 1 dig my heels into the pegs, tune every muscle 'till my legs are synchronized with my machine, to feel the curves and with it lean, to live the thrills of sudden hills, the heart-quickening panic of would-be spills. Don't call me back to earth again where 1 must walk like other men. 5/98