Live To Ride…

I’m not sure how I spent my free time prior to September 22, 2011.  I purchased a 2007 Harley-Davidson Street Bob. Ever since I have been taking advantage of every opportunity possible to ride. Yes, I bring Sara with me. I caught on pretty quick thanks to having passed the Motorcycle Safety Foundation Beginning Riders Course at Kirkwood College. I highly recommend this course to anyone interested in riding. It either shows you the way or scares you away. For me personally, I was awoken.

As a child I pulled off many stunts that were regarded as less than intelligent, fearless and stupid. I survived every one. None of which I can remember encapsulated even close to a similar thrill as riding a motorcycle. I’ve played guitar in front of large, cheering crowds. I was a State Discus Champion in High School.  I was a National competitor in the hammer throw during college. All of these things produced their own kind of thrill. But when you are cruising down the highway at 65 mph, the sun is setting and the cool night air is reaching up the sleeves of your riding jacket, it is something special. Forget about your career and your bills and what’s for dinner. Forget about the time. Forget about all of your worries. Soak it in and roll on the throttle. Nothing else matters in that moment.

I have only put 300 miles on the bike thus far. I will ride until the cold wind sends me home. If you see me screaming down the road please wave. If you can see my face through the visor on my helmet you will notice a genuine smile. I will save television for the Winter and heavy rains, otherwise I am riding.