Monarch Butterfly Swarm, THOR's RIDE!

         My first long distance bike ride to Sky Line drive on top the Appalachians  , I opened the container, dental floss and opened the bag inside were 1/3/4 hit good acid and a big Mushroom top of Psilocybin and we each took half. Wayne on his Water Buffalo and I on my little CX500 and we headed out from Iamsville Maryland. We headed to the highway, that's what it was a highway with killer grass hoppers you could see coming from the field, I was so high I couldn't figure which ones were going to hit me while watching the important things like I was on a bike going 70 mph eating up road. I could see Wayne and watched his lights to catch the braking. I was riding in a tunnel, and the dam grasshoppers kept finding the point right between my 3/4 helmet and the windshield "Bamb" another one got me,. I had leg pieces and other parts stuck on my forehead with a red spot from where the bugger had been hitting me like little field Kamikazes intend on knocking me out. I did blink a lot the slow motion impact as seen from the tripping mind while I watched as they swept over the shield and then exploded on my forehead "Thwack" and little pieces flew out from my face as the main body often ended in my lap. I watched my gold necklace and reflection in the tank shinny black. I thought. A phone call and I answered it, all instincts said go, but I went back in to answer the phone, it the day a man knows he will be a father.  

  We pulled over for a sec when it was getting a little too wild running with Semis all around, passing on then seeing the exit, I thought and braking on the shoulder in gravel. Wayne came sliding up behind me. Gravel, we took a right and went under the highway to a cool road. The peak was coming and we puffed and then road down this small gravel road a cross point to smaller routes to skyline. Wayne built satellites, and rocked the Ashbury district with his college friends working on his masters in 69-74. My mentor; I followed the colors of green that are in the heart of Virginia the wonderful Maples, Oaks, Tulip Popular, Mulberry so many more cast shadows and these our bikes walked over engines in rhythm of power, all was sparking, and as the road came along a creak the shimmering water begs us to look we were moving at just 20 mph, a bike walk, and turned onto a bridge over the creek to our left, and stopped.

            They were every were, and we just stopped in the moment letting the engines idle, thousands, tens of thousands of Monarch Butterflies were all around us. They shimmered and fluttered all around our bikes, landing on the bikes handlebars on our arms, my black leather and then taking off again, as far as you could see a swarm a great swarm of Monarchs. Everywhere they stopped to drink at the stream in this little hidden Valley in Virginia in this little place they rested their wings stationary on the trees full waiting for the others, the only thing you could see for as far a the creak went on the ground on the trees in the air forming a tunnel along the creek 30 feet high. We watched in amazement even more intense from the veils we had crossed all shimmed in an display of ethereal existence rarely seen by man. We stayed in that place, in that time, and let it invade our very essence before we moved quietly on in honor of what we just witnessed. There are moment in time, moments that tell you something about the world, where you future may lay or what you are to tell others, and often the only way to see them with such majesty is on a bike.

Happy V day
Dedicated to the vision of Dead 5 Heartbeats
THOR