After every bike week, or weekend I always use the ride home to reflect on the time I've spent there. Somethings that always come to mind are that bike events are a singularly unique and amazing occurrence bringing together a myriad of unique individuals all bound by the bond of our sport. The friendship and fellowship shown at these events and between them are utterly indescribable and must be experienced to be understood. My biker family has picked me up when I was down, laughed with me, cried with me, and throughout it all shown an undying devotion to each other and to me. For that I count myself truly blessed. The final thought on my mind always seems to be that amazing moment that occurs after your first shower when all of the dirt, grease, sweat and grit gets rinsed away and you realize that is once again has come to a close, but with great joy realize that there's going to be a "next time" and you'll have some incredible memories to hold onto to until you don your leather, throw on that old ratty rally shirt and forget about your worries for a couple of days.Until next time brothers and sisters, keep your knees in the breeze and the shiny side up!
