I miss her. Think about her every day.
How could this mass of nuts and bolts, rubber and steel become a true part of me so quickly? Flesh of my flesh.
Maybe that is the secret behind the myth. A Harley-Davidson has the power to stop being just an engine. It can become you. Part of you. Flesh of your flesh. You in your purest and most authentic form. The essence of you.
I miss her. I had to leave; it will be another month before I can go back. Will things be the same? The way I feel about her?
I ride another bike just now. In another country. My old Suzuki Savage. Of course there is the joy of the ride, the surge of power, the taste of freedom. But I am not invincible now but an ordinary biker again.
I am a bunch of deputy sheriffs, not John Wayne.
A realization dawns on me – there is no way back. You just can’t downsize anymore. Once you are part of the myth there is no other road you can take.
Owning a Harley-Davidson means there is only one way left to ride into the sunset.