One thing you hear a lot about when people talk about motorcycles is freedom.  You hear about the freedom of the open road, you hear about the wind in your hair ECT.  One freedom, that Americans value most is their freedom of choice.  That’s why in the American Cruisers motorcycle club, we don’t care what you ride.  Our chapter president rides a custom motorcycle that looks like an Indian, but it’s not.  It’s a metric bike.  We have brothers who ride Yamaha V Stars, Hondas, Harleys, Harleys with sidecars, sports bikes and even a brother who rides KNM Spider.  I myself ride a 2008 Harley Davidson Road Glide.  With us, it’s not what you ride, just as long as you keep up.

Freedom is what drew me to riding motorcycles, but it was also, what drew me to books and to writing.  When you’re reading a good western, or delving into the dark regions of a horror novel, the only limits are your imagination.  It’s the same when you are writing a short story or a novel.  The characters take on a life of their own and take you to places you did not dream of when you first set out.  You create worlds that abide to no rules, but those of your own making.  So as long as I can still throw my leg over my motorcycle, turn on a computer or turn a page, I’ll keep on reading, writing and riding my motorcycle.    


  In my last blog about why I ride a motorcycle, at the end I mentioned that our club, The American Cruisers, is a brotherhood.  I forgot to mention that we have some cool sisters too.  The sisters in our chapter have an array of talent.  From a retired Army Lt. Colonel, women who work to help support the family, to homemakers, we have an accomplished photographer and my wife Marlene, who has a degree in music and loves to sing and play the piano.  One thing these women have in common is that they support their men and the club.  Most women join the club in association with their man, some wear the patch and some do not.  Some ride their own motorcycle and some ride on the back with their man.  What you will not find, is a woman in the club wearing a patch on her back saying: Property Of.  We love and honor our sisters in the club and you won’t find them at the front trying to leading their man around by the nose.  You won’t find them walking two steps behind their man; you will find them walking side by side, shoulder to shoulder, with their man, where they belong.