To ride a fast motorcycle over free and open roads is to become as near to a soaring hawk as mortal man can get... to fly over the nap of the earth without leaving it...the air is sweeter, colors finer, and the very sunlight dances like falling mountain water... and if I die in some bloody ditch somewhere, it will be okay... a debt owed for a promise freely made and freely given....the promise of freedom fulfilled at the cost of danger and death...