Why I Ride.

Some people ride for fashion, I ride for passion.

Why I ride motorcycles: It’s not something I think about much, it’s just something I do…as often as I can.
When I ride, I am in total control. I am solely accountable for every input, for every split second decision. I lust for the feeling of absolute control in a world that feels out of control. Motorcycling provides that.
I will ride in adverse weather and cold temperatures without batting an eyelash. I will gladly wear whatever gear it takes to keep me rolling on 2 wheels. The FEELING I get while riding overrides any desire to maintain an image. My motorcycle is not a fashion accessory, it’s a vital organ.
Every time I fire up that motor, I know I might not survive the ride. One wrong move, one indecisive moment, one distracted driver, one deer jumping in my path…and my Son will be collecting his inheritance.
Most sane people wouldn’t intentionally put themselves in danger…but for me, that potential threat of death makes be feel fully alive. My bout with breast cancer made me realize that death is inevitable, so I want to LIVE while I still have a chance. This is why I ride.