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.

In the still and gloaming air, utter silence all around, I find a different kind of peace.

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

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

If you know where you’re going, you can get there;if you don’t know where you’re going, you can get everywhere.

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.

He was an outsider chasing the unknown.