The sky and the earth,The night and the light,The heat and the cold,The rain and the drought;Those are my demigods.But the road,The road is my mistress.Devious and open,Harsh and nurturing,She seduces me with loveAnd dares me with deathIn equal measure.Just like any good woman.

Any day is a good day to leave some miles behind.

If there’s a there there, there’s a road that’ll take you there.

It truly is an odd thing we bikers do, riding through miserable conditions like this. We don’t invite then or look for them, surely, but when they are upon us we relish the challenge and silently claim the superiority of adventure over comfort, wilderness over warmth, discovery over certainty.

Wherever your heart reside, go there.

No one weaves the exquisite quite like Mother Nature.

Find Beauty in all things:The grand and the trifling,The sacred and the profane.

Mountains slowly change, but they will always be there, defining Freedom.

When Freedoms Live, We Ride;When We Ride, Freedoms Live.