And he rode faster and faster still so that at last he looked through the eyes of angels and his mind was cleansed of all earthly effects and he reached that higher realm of light in which all things are holy and pure.

The shadows lengthened and they were like newly grown hands of the Dark Companion that grasped at his boots and jeans and vest and hair, and he rode through them and over them, and still they grew and grasped until the shadows consumed the sun as a substitute for his soul.

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

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

If you want to outrun your Destiny, first choose a different road to run on.

The best bike is the one you're on,The best road is the one you're traveling,The best destination is wherever you're headed,The best time to get there is whenever you arrive.

When Freedoms exist, we ride;When we ride, Freedoms exist.

Liberty Road: You’re either on it or close to it.

The center-point of riding a motorcycle, and of life itself, is Freedom.