Why Men Ride

The engine's roar, the freedom's sweet.

An open road, and endless sky,

The thrill of speed, gets me high.

The rush of adrenaline, the fear,

A sense of freedom, and joy,

The feeling of being alive,

I'm free as a bird, I'm king,

The road stretches out before me,

Flying down the highway,

I'm living my dream.

One with the machine,

We're moving as one,

In a blur of speed,

We're unstoppable.

Laura Sue~

From- Gasoline Leather and Patchouli

This Poem was written many years ago and is a collection of conversations with a friend. He enjoyed life on his motorcycle more than anyone I knew at the time and I was full of questions for him. He patiently answered every question as thoroughly as he could and ended each session with a hug and sweet smile. I can still see his white teeth shining as he grinned at me. His upper lip and chin were completely hidden by a huge mustache and a long brown beard.

Although poorly written compared to my later work, it honors him and the times he shared with me. His words are forever preserved and I cherish each letter. I would be remiss in not allowing you the privilege to know him as well so read and enjoy!

I encourage you to write your own thoughts down as often as possible. Start collecting the pages and share them with the world when you feel its the right time.