Musings of a Road Warrior Virgin

The transformation has begun. The Vespa commuter is slowly changing into a Harley Road Warrior. Evidence of this transformation....this morning I didn't floss....I haven't shaved in three days....I may even spit in the street tomorrow....it may get ugly before this is over. Send your suggestions for tattoos in before I get to Sturgis.

Key learning: The most important piece of equipment other than the Hog itself is the "Airhawk" cushion. Without this critical piece of equipment you will personally experience what the Kielbasa experiences when it's been on the grill too long. Sitting on a Harley without one of these gifts from the gods is like sitting on a fast moving fully fired Hibachi. It's like a Whoopi cushion without the Whoopi.....the Harley pipes provide the cool sound (from a males perspective) of flatulence. Gotta smile when you hear that sound : )

On day 1, Mike Verzola, was listening to a ball game on his radio and stood for the National Anthem being the patriotic guy he is. Unfortunately he was moving at 75 miles an hour and his AirHawk quickly vacated the premises. Without a wimper Mike has continued to lead the group without his trusted AirHawk. We now call him Iron Butt or Rosy Cheeks.

We covered wide open spaces today in Western Kansas and the high mesa of Eastern Colorado. Beautiful country and warm wonderful people. The ratio of cows to people is about 10,000 to 1. Watch out if those cows ever rise up......good eating though.

My riding experience today fluctuated between Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" and Aerosmiths "Living on the Edge"....(cehck the lyrics) ....great to be alive at the end of the day and enjoy a couple of beers with my fellow Hogs.....bad to the bone baby!