Being a motorcyclist one is often told how dangerous they are.  A nurse friend of mine inevitably tells me of ‘horror’ stories and I have friends that call them suicide machines.  I cannot disagree, but they are fun.

Sometimes I point out that one can die of heart disease and stress sitting on a couch.

A motorcycle is freedom and adrenaline.  It is life and it is a challenge.  Last week a challenge posed itself and was answered.

Riding 1500 miles in under thirty-six hours, and doing it on a motorcycle.

Crazy to some and an inevitable gateway to more to others.  The scenery changed as did the people.  The gas stations are all the same as are the shopping malls.  What is the most important aspect of riding a motorcycle 1500 miles in less than thirty-six hours is watching the thoughts fly by as the highway is blur under your boots.

You have to have an iron butt to do this, but you also need a love of riding motorcycles.  You need discipline and you need to know your limits, but these are lessons that all of us need.

It’s just sometimes easier to learn them on a motorcycle.