the smell of leather, wind in my hair and on my face, sun warming my skin, the feel of the V-twin between my legs, the throbbing of the pipes as they loudly scream their presence to all that are close enough to listen. Just being alive and riding, driving along a just irrigated field of alphalfa on a hot day.

working with my hands, riding, wrenching, riding, creating fabricating, riding, turning and milling parts, working one of my bike riding, or my 1962 ranchero. riding, tooling or sewing leather, working with wood and different types of metal, did I say riding?, (cooper,steel,aluminum,stainless steel,etc)

the worlds fastest INDIAN, Silverado, Practical magic, Paint your wagon, ,

Tech manuals, auto parts, bike parts, wood working, milling and turning catalogs.

classic rock, Loud pipes, Country and western, Blue Grass, Some rap, Metal Thunder, Loud exhausts, did I say loud pipes.

I am a tall big handsome man, that loves to see the open road in front of me, hear and feel the vibration of the engine and listen to the pipes singing loudly their song of love to the highway, which beckons me on feel the wind in my hair.
Lest us not forget that I am picking bugs out of my teeth because I am a happy biker.