We all crave freedom as much as the wild geese soaring overhead. My friend Terry finds his on the open road.
My friend Terry Miller is in pretty good shape both from his job and doing a lot of work on the house and property. When he wants a break, if the weather is good he is off on his Harley Davidson. Recently he sold his handsome black beast and upgraded to a beautiful red Ultra CVO, 110 cubic inch, 6 speed, with GPS and cruise control.
I was at his place the other day and there it was in the drive, living proof that technology can be beautiful as well as powerful and (fuel) efficient. Someday this will be in some design hall of fame. Terry has it all tricked out for some long trips he plans to take.
“One of only 4,200 built for world distribution,” he told me. “Plus all the chrome and bells and whistles you can put on a bike. At this time of the year I put a CD in the player (e.g. Beatles White Album) turn on the heated grips and heated seat and head for parts known. There’s not too many stretches of paved road in mainland Nova Scotia I haven’t motor biked on. Yes, it was expensive but you only go this way once.”
The key to Terry’s enjoyment, I am pretty sure, is the freedom he and his friends experience as they cruise along, often on the back roads. Terry loves technology and he has an eye for design (he is an excellent photographer, and takes his camera on his bike), but it is the freedom of the open road that is the main calling card.
We all crave freedom and need it as much as we need air and food. This is what the geese feel. It is the wild part of us that is still there after millennia of domestication. (Yeah, born to be wild.)
This reminds me of a reunion I attended at my prep schol in New Hampshire a few years back. Many of my old friends from back in the days of the Vietnam War and all that had become investment bankers and lawyers and such, though they still had that wonderfully quirky viewpoint we had from growing up in those strange, unsettled, and creative times.
Then in roars Sandy on his huge Harley. Sandy is about six four with a long blond pony tail and a handlebar mustache. He had driven to the reunion from his home in New Mexico. He has that open-minded, nonjudgemental viewpoint I associate with the best of those times. An “anything is possible” attitude that can make life a never-ending series of adventures.
So, Terry and Sandy and your crew of fellow travellers, long may you ride!