The Longing

The old saying, ” If I have to explain it, you wouldn’t understand.” speaks to me in volumes but at the same time can be summed up in a few words. Longing, freedom, exhilaration, desire are just a few words that come to mind when describing the ride and when I’m not riding. Truth be told, it can be down right depressing. The ride is a sure cure for all ailments.

The past few weeks have been a blast on my 1999 Softail Custom. Just a couple of days out of the saddle and I’m feeling the longing for the open road. In my heart is “I’d rather be riding.”

I’m more relaxed after a ride. I’m more alert when I ride but am more content while doing my riding. I could be, and have been, in the saddle all day. Can you?


Living the Plan

Starts with a thought. It then grows into a vision. With this vision, a plan is formulated with all the steps. Execution of each step brings the dream alive. Now you’re living the plan. Following through is key as well as remaining flexible. Never lose enthusiasm no matter how difficult the journey. Remember with each step it’s progress. Enjoy as it all comes together.


I’ve always contemplated many interests throughout the course of my life. I’ve always been a dreamer, imagining the various outcomes of effort on my part and how true I stuck to my attractions. I kept track of the changes of my interests brought about by experiences and maturity. There was plenty that I lacked in knowledge and set out to educate myself with literature, hands on trial and error and networking with those in the know. I found that a balance of all three works well for me, especially taking my own pace with literature and hands on. The best is the extra hands and minds of great brothers and sisters with so much to offer. Learning from and wrenching with great company just makes the experience that much better. This is part of what it is all about.

Being around like minded talent helps me to live the dream. We all have something to bring to the table even if it is just the dream itself.

So dream, learn, do and do it with others. Live the dream.


Sitting here contemplating what it’s meant to me over the years and what changed throughout the course of many years and what it means to me today. It wasn’t too long ago that I felt that I wasn’t sure where to begin with expressing how I felt about freedom nor things in life in general. It came down to what I’d be willing to do to maintain freedom and how simple yet complex it could be all at once.

Could I define it in simple pleasures or acts of kindness. Maybe exercising my God given abilities. Perhaps being creative. Maybe in maintaining the fact that I’m able to do these things in honor of the men and women who served our country, my family and friends who are part of or have been part of our armed forces, who protect and help grant us these liberties.

Freedom to appreciate them and understand the cost and sacrifice. So, I am able to design and build and ride without being told no because my rights have been fought for by these brave individuals.

So I ride, because I want to. I ride because I can. God Bless Freedom. God Bless America.

Thank you for serving. Happy 4TH of July!


Isn’t any wonder, how for years, I wondered and tried to figure out what they called “Ants in the pants.”, back in the day. I, of course, didn’t have a clue except for what I was told was this sense of restlessness, never being able to sit still for too long or be comfortable in one spot.

I wanted to run. I wanted to move. I wanted to see new places, even if just for the day. I wanted to try new things or try the same thing in new locations around different people. It wasn’t until later on in life that I understood what exactly was going on.

I once was told that I had lost my sense of adventure. My priorities had changed and the life I was living wasn’t the one I had later come to dream about returning to once again. I was missing something. I was missing the freedom that was part of my spirit. The spirit of the open road. The spirit of the two wheeled lifestyle. The spirit of the gypsy.

I began to do some soul searching and realized that it wasn’t my sense of adventure that was lost but my sense of freedom and that I wasn’t a conventional guy nor one a fan of conformity. It wasn’t until I had done this search and study of self that I realized I hadn’t lost anything but had turned my back on my true gypsy spirit. Two wheels and the open road. The smell of gasoline and grease and leather and hot asphalt. The wind in your face. The sun beating down. Chrome in the moonlight. The rumble at a throttle’s twist.

Let the voyage begin indeed. Rubber side down shiny side up.