How bad it is and how bad it will be seems to be all you hear these day's..as it's pounded into your head on the TV, in line at the bank, grocery store, by your friends and people you don't know..you can't escape it and it wears you thin..Soon your such a believer that you find you have your own pulpit..
The handful of working brain cells I have left over a period of time will kick in..it was slow this time around but it came to me. If I lost everything material the old Shovelhead would still be mine..We have shared 30 years and have been in some shit. Most of it was self inflicted..I put myself there, whether it was a choice I made or on that just happened we have survived. Not by falling into the public perception of doom but by doing what it takes..Self sufficient is what we were..didn't need much to survive and be happy..Life isn't always meant to be easy,,were spoiled and reliant on others to make sure we have what it takes to keep up with the Jones..What happened to us???
So I just want to ride..I want to get back to where stimulus was turning the key, kicking the motor and dropping it into gear. Life was physically hard but mentally refreshing. Point A was a place and point B was were you stopped..Life could be packed into an old pair of saddlebags and a bedroll..When life started to get complex you tossed your gear on and rolled..Can we still do this,,do we have what it takes to be free once again..No more gloom...I need to ride..
Invited Builder "Lead Fist Cycles" Born Free 10
3 hours ago