Deceleration in times of trouble

To those who have never experienced it, you will never understand, to those that have ...... It's like listening to the sounds of emptiness. But not an empty emptiness . More of a overflowingly full emptiness.... I am talking about the wind rushing past your earlobes at 60 mph through a winding back road through a desert canyon oasis.  You lose all senses, yet you gain all sense of everything. It blindly flys buy like a blink of an eye, yet in your head it is a never ending beat of the heart, every detail, you saw it as it flew by. Every smell, you smell. Every change in elevation and shadow cast over you changes the feeling of warmth on your skin. You can feel your  body drenched in sweat from the heat of the heart beat below you, yet the wind rushes across every sweat filled nerve ending on your body and as it wicks the moisture away you have a magical air conditioning system cooling you. Every turn of the wrist makes the beasts heart race faster, it hugs the pavement as it banks and leans and holds the edge as if it can't take anymore, yet it pushes on deeper into the curve, your slow  roll of the beasts' lifeblood purges all  from your memory, you are blind yet you see all, the roars and screams of the beast deafen your ears, yet you hear all, the heat and raging airflow pushes into your lungs, yet you feed on the ever flowing air and pick up every change in harvesting field you pass.  It is one of the most accelerating  strapped in hold on feelings you'll ever have, yet you feel as though your life has decelerated and even gone back in time. You  have decelerated everything just by accelerating  everything. It has to be one of the greatest combination of feelings in your life. You can forget all yet remember everything... Life's clock seems to tick by with the beat of your heart. And it is amazing the release you get. It's as if the minute you grab ahold of the beast it connects with you and becomes apart of you. Your arms up legs out, wind in your face at 75 mph. Tears roll from the corner of your eye. Yet you feel no emotion. You feel the ultimate in  a natural high.  The beast can set you free if you let it.....

I participated in a motorcycle ride this past weekend with my father and a coworker. We rode in support if a biker group called B.A.C.A. Bikers Against Child Abuse.  We rode 125+ miles. And had almost 60 bikers at one of the meets with another chapter. I have never experienced something of this size on my motorcycle. I have seen these rides in TV or  heard of them. But to participate in a ride is a whole other experience. When you ride in a group like that the goal is to stay together.  And we do. We post riders at any intersection to block the road till the entirety of the group passed. Those guys/gals would then race back up to get to the next intersection.... But they did so in such a smooth and elegant manner. Leap frogging the group at every crossing. Once we hit the back farm roads it was smooth sailing . We all found our zone or sweet spot on the bikes. We all went to a higher more freeing place. It was. As if all our souls were racing along with us. Every lean into a curve , every roll of the throttle. Took look forward and see a line of bikers and taillights, and yet look back and all you see is headlights lined up two by two for a mile behind you.... It's an awe inspiring thing. That is for sure...My angel kept with me, and I am eternally grateful... Never ride faster than your angel can fly, and always keep the road gremlins clear of the bike... This was an amazing experience I will always remember and never soon forget. It was an inspiring event raising awareness for something that gets so overlooked and forgotten. Child abuse whether verbal, physical, sexual , or emotional is wrong. These are the children of the future and they need a voice. these bikers are their voice, they step in where law enforcement cannot. They will be there 24/7 365 if need be... These bikers are truly inspiring and ride for an amazing cause...  Thanks to a friend and coworker  Kelly for inviting me along, and thanks to my dad mags for riding along with us. A huge thank you to my beautiful wife Brit for letting me go. I promise next time you are coming with me!


May the sun rise in front of me,
the rain fall behind
and the winds follow.
May the angels guard my travels
For they know what is ahead.
Keep me safe through rolling hills and swirling turns
Let the eagles guide me through to the mountain tops,
And the moon's light lead me through the desert night.
Let no roads be too long when your in good company
And may the rubber always stay down.