I don’t have many profound words running around in my head today, but I do have a thought.  Actually, maybe it’s more of a statement.  “I am seriously madly in love with motorcycles.” It’s been just warm enough this November for me to take the bike out and get my road fix.  And I couldn’t be happier.

Just as the Black Pearl embodies all that freedom is for Jack Sparrow, motorcycles have been all that and more for me ever since I was a kid. Had I not sold my truck and bought a Harley at the ripe old age of 17 I’m pretty sure I would have ended up insane… well more insane than I already am.  There has not been one year out of the 15 years since that first Sportster that I have gone without owning a Harley, and there will not be one till the day that I die.  Hell, maybe even God will let me have a Harley after that too!

On my Harley there are no emails, no crying babies, no phone calls, no expectations of me, no nothing.  There is only me, the road, the rumbling engine, and the sound of the wind as it whips around my beard and past my ears.  Did I mention I love motorcycles?