The sun’s lengthening shadows tell you that the day is nearing its end. But after many hours and several hundred miles in the saddle, you don’t care. You’ve got a cool new t-shirt in your saddlebag, your belly is full of the best pizza you’ve ever eaten, and you’re running a glorious road on a big, booming Harley. This is the very best right here. The lovely, verdant countryside passes like the videoscape of a movie, the air has a cutting sharpness like a knife, and the wind washes over your bare arms like the caress of an angel. Rolling on the throttle of the machine beneath you feels both primal and bold, like a mainline hit to somewhere eternal. As if you had turned a narrowed eye on Zeus himself.
There is a touch of immortality there.
Yes, it was a good day.
You are a crazy man! Do you have a death wish?! But then, reading this, I long to know that road… someday. Maybe.
Ha! Nope, definitely no death wish. But I do love that Harley state of mind!