RUSH, RUSH, RUSH. Grab your bags, a quick bite. We cant be late for our our flight tonight. We arrive at the rink, adrenaine is flowin, hearts are pumpin, music's bumpin. Lights are flashin, people trancin. We can't wait to join the journey. Before i know it my two boys are in the zone. My wife soaks it in and takes her time. I see her smile and the sparkle in her eye, soon enough, she's back in time. There are travelers of many times. I take a seat and unzip my Radar bag, there i see, my eight wheel drive time machine. All cleaned up and ready to go. Jet black, with an old school shine. All black wheels sportin abec 9's. I slip them on and tie them up.
Now the trip begins. I coast out onto the floor as my family passes by. With the thump of the bass and the flash of the lights, I'm in Orbit for a few hours tonight. The faster I go, the further I go back, back in time. I see and feel old friends and memories of awesome times. Now, I, am in the zone. The breeze of the other travelers whizzin by, fills me up with joy inside. Same zone, different times. Some lost in the 70's - Flashy and bold. Some lost in the 80's - Sportin big chains of gold.
A few young travelers like two of my own, look into the future for rinks of there own. In a few short hours the lights will come on. The trip is over and the travelers all gone. The only thing left from our trip that night, is a head full of memories, for some other time. Next Friday will come, and I cant wait, my heart is full of passion to skate.
Mike Rozario
Twin lakes, Wi. 2008
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