Freedom on two wheels

Ever since I was a little boy I dreamed of riding motorcycles. I grew up around them and experienced my first exhaust burn at 5 years old. I couldn’t resist being fascinated with the way the light bounced off of the chrome mufflers. Whenever my Dad went on rides I would beg him to take me along even though I wasn't even big enough to fit into a helmut. Even at such a young age I remember the look on my Dad's face when he returned from a long ride.













Twenty seven years later I finally know where that look came from... It’s true Freedom on the open road watching the concrete underneath you as is passes between two wheels. A 96 cubic inch motor and 1550-cc’s open up right under the family jewels, it’s quite a connection! I seem to have a brain that doesn’t have an “off” switch and being on my bike is one of the only times I can live in the present without thinking life apart. Any stress, worries, or restraints are completely lifted. I am exempt from external control! It is these times that remind me of my personal liberty to do whatever I want in this life. I get questions all the time like, “will you stop riding when you have kids”, “do you ever worry about crashing”, “how can you ride in a short sleeved shirt”. My response is usually the same… “I don’t live my life in fear”. My independent thinking does not allow me to dwell on the what-ifs. The only “What if” I ever have been concerned about is, “what if I died without every experiencing life”.













I will be MYSELF until I leave this life, with my Woman and my HOG right by my side.