I ride a motorcycle because, its part of who I am; it’s what I do.  It is a lifestyle I have chosen.  When I am on a long open road with my fist in the throttle, or I am sweeping trough the curves, I am exactly where I am supposed to be at that point in time and I am as free as I am ever going to get.  There are two types of people who ride motorcycles.  There is the motorcycle enthusiast and then there is the biker.  The motorcycle enthusiast likes to ride his machine, but it isn’t a main focus in his life.  When it’s too hot, or it gets too cold, he’s the first to put the bike away.  When he has financial trouble, the bike is the first thing to go.  A biker on the other hand rides his motorcycle as much as he possibly can, sometimes every day.  His motorcycle would be the last thing to go.  Riding a motorcycle is part of his lifestyle.  Sometimes he has tattoos, but sometimes not, he enjoys other pleasures, but riding his motorcycle is his main thing.

Ninety-nine percent of bikers are hard working law-abiding citizens, but sometimes they get a bad wrap.  I didn’t consider myself a biker when I first started riding, but the deeper I got into the lifestyle; the more I embraced the term.  The club I ride with, The American Cruisers, is a family orientated bike club.  We do things for the community, such as help out the local vet’s home, help hand out presents to need children at Christmas time and support our local community.  We are a brotherhood, we are bikers in the true sense of the word and I am proud to be a part of the club and call myself a biker.

 

 
 
Well, my short story Biker Heaven had its week on the front page of Piker Press.  If you missed it there, I posted it on my Author Nation and my Author’s Den pages.  Just go to my links page and click on the link.  I sent the sequel, a short story entitled The Devil’s Punch Bowl, in to Piker Press, but I haven’t heard back from them yet.  I’m working on another zombie story called, A Vacation in Hell and I am still waiting to hear back from the editors at IE Novel on my book, Door Number Two.  On the motorcycle scene, I went with my club brothers in the American Cruisers MC to the Vets home in Barstow and we hung out with the Vets while they played bingo and then on Memorial Day we rode to the cemetery and attended a ceremony to honor our fallen heroes.  That’s about it for now.  Please feel free to leave a comment.