Clarksville, Tn —  In a world that can be chaotic, on a motorcycle that can be deadly, the biker finds solitude.  It’s a state of mind that a biker searches for and is the reason we ride.

The very definition of the word implies that, “the state of being or living alone; seclusion” or “remoteness from habitations, as of a place; absence of human activity.”

There just isn’t a better feeling in the world than to be saddled up and rolling down a remote highway with just the wind, the road, your thoughts and a “peace” that can only be found here.  As my senses are peaked, my awareness on high alert and the adrenaline pumping like the gas pump I just left behind, this is what we seek.

Solitude.

“Where are you going?” they ask.  “How far you riding?” they want to know.

“I don’t know and I don’t care” is my reply.

My connection to my bike is personal.  I have named her.  I take care of her.  She takes care of me.  Only she knows where my mind wanders when we ride.

And she doesn’t tell.

All bikers are searching for something.  All bikers are getting away from something.  Only they know what it is, but their bike knows too.

And she doesn’t tell.

Solitude.

In a world that is bombarded with the superficial demands of life, the reality can be found with only one.  Just me and the bike.  Riding, and riding some more.  Not checking for another bike in the mirror.  Not wondering “where do THEY want to go?”

Just me. Just the bike.  Just God.

Peace brothers and sisters.