I ask myself why do I ride as I sit on my bike sometimes ........I think about the cagers , about those that did not come home, about the cost of the bike and the gear, I think about the cold and the rain. I think about some of the injury's that affect me now. Then I start my bike and I answer my own question. When she roars to life . The power of the bike, the open road, the smells around you, that sweet smile from a pretty girl, a thumbs up from a young boy, the sound of a v-twin working it's way up a mountain pass or down a country road, it's the "well your back ok " look that warms the soul reminding you your cared for when returning . It's working and customizing your ride to be you then going 80 to see if it works. Riding a motorcycle is like poking a stick at something dangerous.
