Twisting the throttle..

Twisting the throttle..did it yesterday..but I do it most days..My bro the Dirty One went out and bought a new Crossbones..we needed to get a few miles on it..Weather was rough but not park it in the garage and look it so..Hills around us were beckoning..and we hadn't feed the Indians in awhile..it all fell into place..when you need the road it always does..

There is a strange bond in those who twist the throttle..The Harley bond..takes those who would never speak to each other are friends..if only in the wind..Opposites collide around the sound of the V-Twin and rumble of pipes..

As we pull into the parking area..Harley's abound and find our place we see the people coming and going..Those who have twisted the throttle to reach this destination all feel the bond..A handshake, a nod , a pat on the shoulder..Happy New Year..Through a crowd of many and a few of those who twist the throttle you see the bond..at every turn.. Those who ride understand, those who don't will never..

Makes you thankful for a life of twisting the throttle..The wave the head nod..a smile at 60mph..they all mean the same..ride my friend..ride..So to old bro's and new friend and those I have never meet..Let's make 2010 a year to not forget..

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