How many .........
How many valleys verdant have you throttle - twisted through , down long asphalt ribbons ?
How many ascentions into tree - sparse thin air and silent stone have you laughed through ?
How many hot shimmering nights have you flirted with neon and admiring stares , with staccato bravado through glassy steel canyons ?
How many verandas , dry and congenial have sheltered you from cloudbursts as you waited for the beckoning rays ?
How many times have you endured the wet grey , salty - soaked journey in white-knuckled frozen trembling ?
Measure this RIDE in laughs , friendships , memories and private joys that cannot be assayed , save for the few who have learned to feel it's language .
Selah .
