The Rider Poem by Duncan Standard

Gloved hands grip the bars,
Helmet,
Boots,
And fifty other layers.
It doesn't seem like it's too cold to ride,
Or maybe I'm just an idiot.
Probably the latter.
Definitely the latter.
I filled up the gas tank
One,
Two,
Three,
Almost four gallons,
In a four gallon tank.
Ready for the highway,
Let's see where this one goes.
How long before they notice I'm gone?
They, haha.
That implies more than one would.
They, hahaha.
That implies that even one would.
No one ever has.
Who would?