(I'm in the right lane)

Two weeks ago we took a ride out to Utah Lake around West Mountain. It was a perfect day and I felt calm and peaceful despite (or because of) the roar of engines and the scent of 2 stroke oil in the air. I zipped past sunflowers and apple orchards and the soft waves lapping on the shore of the lake. Taking the curves of the beaten road I felt satisfied that everything was right and heading in a good direction. I couldn't keep myself from smiling.