Since I first threw a leg over that first Honda Scrambler, a lifetime ago, in 1966..... people have asked me why I would willingly take on the risks of riding a motorcycle. And I've never known exactly what to tell them, but I'm getting closer..... I ride because: it's like having the inexplicable wonders of the earth presented to you on a moving tapestry, the clean air and wind and sun and sweet rain, to watch mountainous horizons rush to you with certainty and speed, to be able to change those horizons completely in a day, to be faster, more powerful, than you could ever naturally be, to fly and soar like a great bird without leaving the earth...... And if I die in a bloody ditch somewhere that will be okay.... it will be a promise freely given for a bargain received....to be able to roam the earth, at least temporarily, as an eagle does, free and fast and far, and only at the risk of pain and death..... this was a good bargain when I first made it in 1966; and it still is today... God forgive me, but I do love riding so....