By Tony Peluso
May the Angels of my brothers and sisters
who have gone before me guard my travels,
for they know the perils of the road ahead of me.
Keep me safe through the rough city streets
on my way to the land of swirling turns and rolling hills.
Let the turning colors of fall keep me warm.
Let the Eagle guide me to the mountain tops.
Let the moons light guide me through the night.
May my tires not fail me, nor my engine grow old,
may my bike draw life from the streams I pass.
Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp.
Let the air of spring breath life into my soul,
to journey into another adventure
alongside my brothers and sisters.