Riding a motorcycle takes vengeance on half-shut eyes, deadened ears, and dormant thoughts.

Wherever your heart reside, go there.

Trucks never slow down in the rain.The best time to pass trucks is when you’re going uphill.

In this world, there are only a few things more available than gasoline: coffee, soda and beer. Oh, and bad advice.

Riding is a sacred place.

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

I have discovered biker paradise. It is called the Great Smoky Mountains.

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

Take a stand. If you end up standing alone, then dammit, stand alone.