Means of Escape

Summer stirs my wanderlust.

I cannot sleep

Thinking of roads unexplored.

Tracks leading to a continent's end.

I need a hotel bed to sleep in.

A language I can translate into my own.

Just go.

Go.

Go.

Summer is here.

Mimi picks the Derbi as her preferred means of escape.  (Actually, I think she just wanted to model my cool motorcycle jacket!)