It began as a whisper in October. Bob Seger’s song, “Roll Me Away”, would quietly creep into my head late at night when I’d awaken at 2am. He’d softly sing:
“Took a look down a westbound road,
Right away I made my choice.
Headed out to my big two-wheeler,
I was tired of my own voice.
Took a bead on the northern plains
And just rolled that power on…. Read more