Riding a pan-dimensional Scooter

There are many ways to travel through this world and the dimensional galaxy. Personally, I like to use a pan-dimensional scooter. Its quick, easy and the rider remains in complete control of the trip. The rider can feel the sun, smell the air, and clear the aura.
Riding is a way to free the mind, juice the soul, and connect to the universe. It requires total concentration, and little effort. Many inter-dimensional travelers have recorded phenomenal inner and outer world discoveries while seated in yoga and other meditation positions. The key is total stillness, and dedication of focus.

The unspoken knowledge usually not expressed by other pan-dimensional scooter enthusiasts are the inner world connections consistently made while riding. While yogis may leave their bodies for astral planes, it pails in comparison to the constant g forced inner body work that is traveled on a scooter. A yogi's main ability of travel is concentrated into the single minded transfer of human consciousness into one of the other human 'bodies'; the ethereal body or the astral body. Yet, a rider must simultaneously split the human consciousness into multiple 'bodies' in order to perform all actions required by the pan-dimensional scooter. This is usually only possible by an advanced student of meditation. Welcome to the ultimate of multi-tasked visual experiences. I hear a song;

Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my mem'ries, gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin' hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin' down the road I get a feeling'
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

It's spring, ...the winds are getting warmer,...time to get my boots on, ...instead of a towel I will grab a bandanna.

Bumba, Dee, Da,... Happy Trails!