The vibrations of my ‘ride’ were perfect for my mood. I have been riding my custom built chopper for about ten minutes. This ride wasn’t for pleasure however…matter of fact, this ride was keeping my away from home and my very beautiful and loving wife by choice. Having built this bike all by myself, even down to machining some of the detailed dresser parts, I was understandably proud of it.

I had opted for a 280-rear tire; a 124 S&S engine and a nice five-speed belt drive transmission. I had power to spare, and the rumble of my ride as it cruised down our street would bring kids to the edges of their yards trying to catch a glimpse of us. I say us because I considered my ‘ride’ to be a person in it’s own right. When I rode, it was ‘us’, me and my ride.

Married, and quite happy, I had decided to get back into riding again. Instead of buying a Harley off the showroom floor though…this time I opted for building my own from the ground up. I had friends that rode, and they helped me when I needed some special assistance. It had turned out to be a magnificent ride. One worthy of cover page magazine with an inner spread.

I am riding now mostly to calm my nerves. I have something in my life that has me upset. I have more or less asked a friend to do something for me and now that has upset me way beyond anything I can imagine and everything I hold near and dear is in jeopardy.

I knew that some of my friends rode on the ‘edge’ of life. Always one-step away from the law or jail. They lived free and mostly acted as such. Still, they were good people…especially to have as friends. This particular friend had save my life, and probably my wife’s too. I had paid him back by doing this…to myself. I only hoped we would survive this all…………………Continue Reading This Story On The Next Page ……….Simply Go Below This Page CLICK>>>2