Motorcycle Miles: I found cornfields and bison not far from town

On pleasant fall days my motorcycle speaks to me in a husky voice.

“Take the tarp off me.”

“Put on your leather jacket.”


“Let’s ride to Lake Erie.”

“Faster.”

Most people, motorcyclists or not, will see through the ruse in seconds.


My motorcycle can’t talk.


But it can lure me out the door by simply sitting in my laneway, especially on days when no wind moves branches in the tree tops outside my front door.


The cornfields and bison are near Pigram Rd., southernmost point. (Ask for directions.)

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