Two Wheels and Fresh Air: The Adventures of a Rider

As I traveled across the prairie coming out of Socorro, New Mexico, the morning sun was just beginning to rise in the east. The powerful V-twin and the cool morning air made me feel so alive. It was at this moment that, as the sun lit the mountains with a purple glow to my left and a herd of antelope galloped across the plains to my right, that Ray Charles singing "America" came across my speakers. All I could do was pull over, sit there in quiet solitude, and look around as this song playe...