It was like a dream really, the wind sifting through my hair and the sound of the highway humming below me.
Yes, this is freedom. The freedom to travel the well-paved roads of America with nothing but my trustworthy road hog beneath me and still frontiers ahead.
People can argue all they want about what the good life is. I believe in motorcycles, sunny days, brilliant sunsets, and living a dream.
Coming along for the ride are my well-worn, but always reliable, leather chaps and an experienced pair of Harley Davidson boots.
Others can have their four wheels. I like living on two.