Wind whipping my face, sun shining in my eyes, the sparkle of sea, those were the days that stemmed the love of sports deep within me. My dad and I loved being on road, hopping town to town, looking for new adventurous thrills. We were never tied down by the monotony of the normal pace of life. Every town in our journey had something to offer other than good people.
After a fair few spots of bungee jumping and sky diving, white water rafting and snowmobiling, I found a new love. On the course of one of our wanderings, I met the man with a Harley FXR. For me that was a turning point. The bike was a revelation. The 5 speed Evo motors, Sportster front and dual shocks, the bike was straight out of a dream. The fact that this man’s life revolved around this baby, made my gypsy soul look at an aim worth pursuing. I watched Mickey Rourke immortalize a rigid-convert FXR in his movie Harley Davidson and the Marlboro man, with my dad and I recognized the stuff that dreams are made of. Over tacos and tater tots we found the one temptress who had us in her grip.
With naked bikes or cruisers you leave your worldly tethers behind and give into your primal lust for freedom for a few minutes. When you hit the highway, you are away from the edge of the world and nothing matters. The gentle hum of the engine, the swoosh of air as you cut through the atmosphere, the feeling of contentment, all of these things converge into subliminal experience that changes you. The camaraderie that I stuck up with my father over our love of biking is my most cherished gift. We bonded over an East Coast journey which spun us through the gorgeous Monogahela National Forest.
After that it was non-stop carnival. I lived and travelled to many places. I met some beautiful people, all brothers and sisters on a journey toward discovering what life is really about. From the titillating autumn of Blue Ridge Parkway, Virginia to the wintery dangers of Beartooth Pass, Wyoming, from the summery Tunnel of Trees Road, Michigan to the pristine Cherohala Skyway, Tennessee. I visited Sante Fe, the altar of mountain biking steeped partly in an ancient musings of nature and the rest modern architecture.
Building on my enthusiasm, I am working toward being a conspicuous part of the vast world of power sports. I want to help people get out there, away from their laptops and smartphones andlive. 0-60 in three seconds on a Harley and you could be waving goodbye to your troubles in the rearview mirror. This is the reason why I want to share everything I know with you guys, a history of daring, companionship and fulfilment that I shared with my father and fellow thrill-seekers. Through this site I want to enshrine all the memories and build new roadmaps into yet-to-be discovered excitements that this life has to offer.