I still miss John Ritter.

I once had the best feeling in the world.
every 6 am Id wake and take;
two wheels to freedom, 6 miles from home.
passed the pain and welcoming more,
the same soundtrack 68 days a lifetime
the best feeling in the world, was briefly mine. 
It's easy to look back and see,
the morning air, the cool air, out of character
I only needed two legs and 16 songs to get me around the horn. 
In between breakdowns and crashes 
I felt on top of the world, 
but I gave it up in search of a better life.
A better life I had, and needed nothing more,
and one more year, seems somewhat pointless at this time.
Through all it gave me, I still want those 2 months back;
with a dash of my dropped 10.