For some of us, riding a motorcycle makes heroin addiction look like strolling to the dessert table at a Sunday brunch.

Saw about a dozen and a half bikers pull into a gas station. After watching them stop at the pumps, start up their bikes and ride to the front of the convenience store, stop, then fire up their bikes again and take off, I’ve come to conclusion that the most time consuming activity bikers engage in is finding neutral.

Untethered.

Riding is my hallowed place.

The nastiest roadkill there is, is a skunk. Really.Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

The Freedom Avatar is a biker.

Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

If it were illegal to kill insects, I’d be in the clink for three million years.

Ride Big,Ride Long,Ride Free.

It’s in the sky, light or dark,And in all the clouds and stars it holds;It’s in the wind and the raindrops,In the mountains and streamsThat ignore man’s partitions,In the seasons that forever unfold, one into the next.It echoes from the past, is amplified in the present, And waits for us in the future.It’s in our dreams; perhaps it is our dream.It is the very fiber of our hearts.Freedom.