Looking for Something. . .

the dual pipes roared through the next town. Light was starting to dim in the sky and he wanted to get a room before he went running around for the night. He rode past a few bikers parked at a mcdonalds and reved he engine a few times and they all looked and waved. He probably had some back up if he would get into a bad scuffle like the one that almost happened 15 miles back.
He found a cheap hotel; it was a bit run down but there was a bed that he could lay his sleeping bag on top of, so it wasn't so bad. He dumped his gear on the floor and changed his under clothes. He knew he couldn't drink yet, at 19 he was just a few reaches short of the age. He road out to a WalMart and parked his bike in a spot and smoked a cigarette. He looked into the western sky as it made way down behind the huge snow capped mountains. Up there was a life that maybe someday he'd give a try. He lived a rugged life now but more was up there; closer to nature and all of earth. . . (continued)