Gripping the handles you feel that sudden rush of excitement flood your entire body, you know the ride your about to take. Sure you ride all the time, but each time holds the same exhilaration as the first time you rode your Harley. Your like a big kid in the candy store, only when you head out on the road on this piece of American ingenuity you own the candy store. You head out on the road, first gear, second gear, third gear, fourth gear, ahhhh the sweet spot fifth gear. Your now in the zone and nothing can penetrate the solace you’ve found here. Just you, the road and your Harley. You feel the wind rush around you and you can’t help but crack a smile because, if this thing had wings you’d be flying right now. What’s that music you hear filling the air around you? Wait that’s not music, but it might as well be. It’s the precision roar of a finely tuned engine letting you know in it’s own proud way that you will get where you’re going. You have nothing to worry about, not on it’s watch. As you head down the road you see another bike coming your way. As you pass each other he puts his hand out in a wave, and you return the gesture completing the exchange. Because you know that even though your ride takes you to that place of solitude you cherish, you’re not alone, you’re part of the club. Now go catch that horizon. Live to ride, ride to live.