Riding a motorcycle is a tribute, a tip of the helmet as it were, to our rugged ancestors who challenge us through the dust of centuries, proof that we have succumbed to the safety nets of civilization.

The mountains stand as if they have been there since the beginning of time.

Nothing shouts out “Celebrity!” as loudly as being a biker in desperate need of a shave, a haircut and clean clothes.

Ride Big,Ride Long,Ride Free.

If it were illegal to kill insects, I’d be in the clink for three million years.

Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

The Freedom Avatar is a biker.

The nastiest roadkill there is, is a skunk. Really.Never breathe within forty yards of roadkill.

Riding is my hallowed place.