Catalina Run
my knees are squeezing tightly, my arms wrapped around your waist
a cool breeze, the morning sun, a quiet highway on which we run
centrifugal force in motion, as you pop the clutch
chest to back, the muffler crack, as we hit the open road
low clouds in the mountains offer a beautiful view
heading to Catalina, a first for me and you
the Victory purring loudly, an awesome humming sound
this vibration I'm feeling has nothing to do with bike
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