I got this in an e-mail today. I guess it sums it up for me. My son asked me today why my friends and I are bikers. I couldn't help but smile when he asked, but knew I should explain it in the most honest way I could. So I explained to him.... We are people that choose to live differently than others because we have special abilities. We have the ability to hear music in the wind. We can smell perfume in the open air of the pine forests and watered valleys. We are people that can feel intoxicated by cold rain on our faces. I explained to him that bikers are people that can see the world in colors of chrome and candy. Our artists are people who paint with lacquers on a canvas of iron; sculpt masterpieces from blocks of steel and aluminum. Lastly, I explained to him that we are a union of people that still believe in the ideals of pride, integrity, and brotherhood. That words like honesty, nobility, and courage have not been lost to our ears. Most of all we are a people that choose to live by a code set forth by those that came before us. Freedom. " Walker "