it all started one warm july day.
i pulled it out of the garage. the first bike i built myself, from the ground up.
kicked it over, felt it come to life.
the next afternoon, as i rolled on the throttle coming out of a sweeping turn somewhere down in mexico, it occured to me.
i am fortunate, for few people can understand what this feels like. this is a machine i built with blood, sweat, effort, and many late nights in the garage.
now i'm feeling the total freedom of the road.
no idea at all where i am... completely lost, haven't even seen so much as a fishing village in about an hour, but more alive than can be explained to someone who hasn't been there... wind in your face, pipes singing the gospel of wide open throttle, nothing but a dusty two lane road as far as the eye can see.
-dan.
