Riding Means Freedom!

On Easter Sunday we had our normal family get together.  Of course I rode to the gathering wanting to get as much riding in as possible.  After all was said and done the temperature out was a beautiful 67 degrees.  I called a buddy of mine and my Dad and we decided to take a ride on River Road.  This road winds and hugs the Mississippi River and is a gorgeous ride with wonderful scenery.  Riding out to my friends to pick him up, it hit me... I've never felt more free in my life.  I was out in the country on a two lane highway with no one and nothing else around.  I felt absolutely free.  Harley Davidson and riding my motorcycle have become synonymous with Freedom.  Not the freedom we have as American's but a freedom from life.  A freedom from the parental responsibilities, from my job, from the everyday bullshit that we are force to put up with.  Free from having to deal with the utter stupidity of most people and how they act on a daily basis.

The reason I want to be on my bike as much as possible is because that's when I feel free, the most relaxed, the one place where no one and nothing can bother me.  I can't believe it took me 37 years to find this feeling.  I plan on never having to be without it again.

Warmer Weather

For the past week the weather here in Iowa has sucked. I'm not a fair weather rider, I'm just asking for 50+ degrees so I can ride. I actually went out to the garage today, shined her up a bit and just stared at her. 

All I want to do is ride. Is that a sickness?  Is there a job out there that they'll pay you to ride a motorcycle?  Not motor cross or something like that but just to cruise?  Someone needs to create something for me. 

The Beginning!

Almost a year to the date I bought my first motorcycle.  It's a 2005 Harley Davidson Fat Boy, Anniversary edition.  I bought it from my brother in law who barely road the thing.  She only had 3100 miles on her and she needed to see the world.  She has a custom paint job consisting of a cherry red with ghost flames in the paint.  With the purchase of the bike I also got all the original tins to go with it.

When I got her she didn't have anything after market on her.  The first thing I did was bought some saddle bags, a windshield, and passenger boards because if Momma's not happy, nobody's happy.  Since then I've also added a crash bar, highway pegs, a windshield bag, throttle lock, a laydown chrome license plate holder, and smoked lenses to my turn signals.  You can definitely tell that the bike is now mine.  Her name is Lilith.

Shortly after I bought my bike, my Dad bought a 2005 Harley Davidson Road King Custom.  Very pretty bike and very loud.  It's weird to think that both my Dad and I own Harley's and all we want to do is ride. 

The first year I had her I put on a little over 6500 miles.  This year is probably going to be a lot more but we shall see.  A few of my buddies and I rode up the river to check out the scenery in October.  It was my furthest ride consisting of about 600 miles round trip. 

So far this year I've already gotten several rides planned.  In June my Dad, Brother, Father in Law, and I are all riding to Michigan to go to a NASCAR race.  It could be very interesting riding with that group considering two of them have probably never rode more than 100 miles in a day.

Just waiting on the weather to get nice so I can do some riding.