We ride into the sunset, often our destination in mind is the lake. Often our destination changes like the changing moon. Then our destination is unknown, only the sunset can determine our direction, and it is usually somewhere in the west. We rode towards the lake, but sitting at the gate was a fee. You can ride around the lake for four dollars, or you can wait for the season to change and stay for free. So we took an abrupt turn and rode the back roads.  The fields just irrigated leave goose bumps as it cools the night air, but soon after they appear they vanish. We took the first road west, again chasing the horizon.
That day was a special day, that day was my birthday.  And natures gift was just as grande as Nature herself. I sat behind the driver and peered around his helmeted head. As I looked I sat amazed, at all that opened up before me. The sunset lit up the western sky.  The sky was orange and on fire, and purple mountains majesty rose from the ground. The mountains and the sky meet on the horizon line, but not this time. They formed one and rose before us.
Chatter came from the driver in front of me and thank goodness.  An all too independent rider, I was too focused on catching every moment of the night, to transfixed to pay attention to road laws.  So he drove.  We chased the setting sun, until the sun had set. We were left alone with the world in darkness, here and there the occasional city light.