Where didst thou find the Road Gods this morning? Of course thou knowest Their favourite haunts are on the sacred race-tracks and along the twisty mountain roads we worship at. But my brothers and sisters They can truly be fould on just about any highway at any time, if thou seekest Them there. As thou pitchest it over into that roundabout that leads to the freeway on-ramp... As thou nailest it over a crest leaving the lights from between two lanes of the damned, gently lofting the front wheel for a few metres... As thou with great artistry weaves it like a golden thread through the mobile chicane on an inner city bypass road... Thou knowest one is in the presense of the Road Gods: The troubles of thy daily life fade from consciousness; Thy experience of the world takes on a timeless transcendent quality; and There art no place thou woulds't rather be, and nothing thou woulds't rather be doing. For thee it was hooking around the roundabout, 2nd to last corner before thy place of labour: Merrily did I blip the throttle and drop it down a gear, Thenst did I giveth the right handle bar a shove and roll on the throttle. Ahhh, truly did I glory in the exhast note as it reverberated from the walls of the urban canyon. And truly did I catch a peripheral glimpse of the envy/fear/lust in the eyes of the unroadworthy.. I was blessed as we all are blessed to be the Road Gods' chosen ones. Testify, brothers and sisters, Where didst thou find the Road Gods this morning?