Freedom and the Smell of Gas

I think we all have a few special moments in life when we are completely content. The first I remember was riding just in front of my Uncle Greg on an atc. I was straddling the gas tank holding on to the inside of the handlebars while he powered up a steep hill.

Another time I couldn't keep from dumbsmiling was when I rode on the back of my father-in-law's Harley just a few years ago. It was just up the street and I wasn't even driving, but the moment he pulled into traffic from the driveway and opened up the throttle I was free and eight years old again.

So, I got this. And it's awesome. There's nothing like sitting on five and a half horses on an open road at twilight with your son on a jimmy-rigged bicycle seat in front of you.