Traffic was light. After a day of riding amid the mountains Kanto it was time to return home to Tokyo.
Crossing through the toll gate into Shinjuku the late
afternoon sun cast a warm glow upon Toyropolis. The Phazer flew above the never
ending sea of buildings along the elevated highway. Through the man-made canyon
we soared.
Then the road dropped into a tunnel whose opening was in an
old castle wall. The light dimmed and the road narrowed.
Up again into the city, this time Yoyogi parks green trees
to the right and Shinjuku to my left. Where were all the cars? The entire
highway was mine. The exit for Meguro. Soon I would have to exit. But not
before I zipped above Gotanda and down into Togoshi.
Off the highway and onto Togoshi Ginza, which was closed to
vehicle traffic for the weekend. Turning off the motorcycle, I dismounted and pushed
the bike through the crowd. 45 minutes ago I had been deep in the curves of the
Takosan. 10 minutes ago I was flying along the elevated highway above Tokyo.
The ultimate road, free of traffic, on a perfect day, with a
bike nearly as old as men that was running great. What a way to mark 10-years since I'd left home.
