May the road rise up to meet you–
better yet,
may you rise up to meet it.
May cool winds
and hot leather seats cradle you.
May your music drift loudly down the road,
a counterpoint to the hum
of the engine,
of the tires,
and may that engine always roar
when your anger needs it
and purr when your soul needs calming.
May your companions sing,
or be silent,
but always be friends;
may they always be family.
May the sun shine through to you
and rain beat a tattoo on the roof,
and may the pedal and your hands
always be steady.
May the road turn for you to dance,
and straighten so you can fly,
and may it always lead you safely
to where you want to be.