Whenever a person or group of people try to live their lives free, those who are stuck in unhappy lives will be jealous. Some people have a hard time letting go, freeing themselves from the day to day trials and tribulations of everyday life even for a little while. Others seek an escape from the stress and anxiety often associated with modern day life. I guess for me, that's part of why I am a Biker. There is something about riding a bike that inspires a sense of freedom in me. The open road, the wind in my face, the smells, getting back to nature, the power of my bike. It's all these things and more that make me feel free. It's unfortunate that there are some people who, for whatever reason, can't find something or someway to let go and experience the sense of freedom that we do. These people, for whatever reason, are the ones who point to us and call us rogues or rebels. They say that what we are doing is wrong and that our culture is a "disruptive influence."



As Bikers, we live our lives a little differently. We work and have responsibilities, but we still know the feeling of freedom. Maybe its because we smile just a bit more and are a bit more relaxed that turns these people green with envy? A person who works hard and has no free time sees a person on the road riding his or her motorcycle and thinks "I wish that was me!" The thought of being free doesn't leave their mind. They long for it. They crave it badly! How many of you out their have had a friend tell you how they have always wanted to buy a Motorcycle and just go out riding? How many of them ever actually do?

Here is a typical story : A man is driving home from work when he see's a group of motorcycle riders pull up next to him. He looks at this group of people riding together having a great time, He starts to think, "I wish that was me". He then decides, "I'm going to buy a Motorcycle!" He starts thinking about riding. How great it will be to have his wife on the back of his bike and the wind in his face. We could ride up to the lake or maybe that little motel way up in the Mountains. Thinking of the great times he will have he starts to feel that small sense of freedom. He thinks "This must be what those Biker get to feel, Wow!" He turns into the driveway, parks his truck and rushes into the house to tell his wife about his fantastic idea. "Hi honey, I'm going to buy a Motorcycle." His wife looks at him and says "What? Did you get overwhelmed by the fumes at work again?" "You can't ride a Motorcycle. The man answers back, "I'll learn!"

"You must be crazy", she says. "Those things are death traps! You will kill yourself and we can't afford it!" "Honey this is something I really want" replies the man. "NO NO NO!!! I won't have one of those things in my house! What kind of message would it send to the kids, our neighbors?" They argue about it, but it the end, the man never gets his motorcycle. He never goes to the lake with his wife or takes that trip up to the little motel in the mountains. He never feels the real sense of freedom one can only get when taking a long trip on a motorcycle. He spends the rest of his life wishing he had never seen that group of Motorcycles. He is angry and bitter.

Now when he see's Bikers he puts them down. He hates Bikers, not because of who or what they are, but because of what he can never be. He hates them because of what they represent. They represent a kind of freedom, sense of belonging, a oneness with nature and the world that he longs for, he craves, but can never have. We live here in America, the home of the free, but many are not free. They have never experienced the sense of freedom that can only be experienced on two wheels and, for whatever reason, never will. They live boring, uneventful. "safe" lives and complain about those who don't.

Don't hate these envious people, pity them for they will never know the sense of freedom and brotherhood we get from riding with a group of our Bro's. They'll never know the wind in their face, the feeling of peace and oneness with nature we feel as we ride threw the country side or down a long lonely highway. They'll never know the clarity of mind that comes from a long ride alone or the closeness and bond of a long ride or weekend away with someone special. Just thank your higher power that you've found a way to escape, a way to be free, even if it's just on the weekends.

Ride Safe and Ride Free because when it all come down to it, this is all about the Ride! Your Bro L.J. James