What is it about my motorcycle? Riding on two wheels at high speeds? The roaring sound my 1854 cc motor as I shift through each gear? The freedom of feeling alive as the wind blast in my face! Maybe the laid back warm summer rides and the fresh air my wife and I enjoy together? Ice cream stops or picnic spots in quiet settings? Experiencing smells of old covered bridges displaying those distinctive wood smells of past history before I existed? The many Farm lands and quiet streams I encounter as the water trickles through meadows make me feel like they were placed there only for me to enjoy. The hills and valleys with smells of honeysuckles in early June. Should I go on... Beautiful landscapes on country roads steep sharp curves that challenge my ability in a new and exciting way? Riding into unexpected heavy rain storms? Maybe the balancing on those two wheels as I ride through various breathtaking landscapes requires a skill and determination not to drop this deadly machine and become roadkill. Most of us are adrenaline junkies even if we ride for pleasure and obey every speed limit we are separated from the average person. We have a passion to ride and experience it’s fulfillment in a way only we can express. All motorcyclist are unique and special in their own way. Their own style bike whether it’s a large or small cruiser what we wear like a thick leather jacket. Wear a helmet or not? Cut off sleeves like me or maybe occasionally no shirt at all? It doesn’t matter what matters is the thrill we get from this machine we control beneath us! Face it we all we love adventure! Everything in life for me that is, it’s newness fades like the lilies in the fields. The good Lord in heaven has taught me that thank you Jesus. So every ride on my motorcycle is like the very first time. It’s probably all those things I mentioned and more! I’m 55 years old and at 11 years old I was addicted to lifting heavy weights. Thirty four years I beat my body immensely. I gave that up 10 years ago that thrill for so many years all natural power lifting means nothing to me today. At 11 years old you guessed it rode my first mini bike that’s were this thrill of mine gave birth the rest is history! This is genuinely my only way to describe my indescribable passion I feel each time I ride? So the remaining question is why my motorcycle gives me such a new refreshing first time experience every time I turn the key? Well, I look at it like this, at my age why question it I’ll continue to just go with it.