Going into the fall months is always a little bit of a shock to me... I run out of daylight before I am ready to start heading for the house... Now, I don't have a problem with riding at night, but, seems like the shorter the days become, the shorter my trips are... Couldn't ask for prettier or more pleasant temps and the evenings are just right for the leathers.. Seems like the ol' green monster just runs better, too.. Damn, ain't it music to your ears to just sit back and listen to a well tuned V-twin roar down an open highway.. Just gotta love it.. The barbecue seems to have more of a flavor, the coldbeer seems to quench the thirst more and all is right with the world... Don't you just feel sorry for that poor guy in the cage, with his ugly ol' wife and four mean lil' kids raisin' all that hell in the back of his SUV, while he watches you roar past him.. You can almost read his mind.. All of us live too well and have found most of our answers on these "iron horses".. What a way to go.... Your friend in Irving Bill Walker
