For as long as I can remember I have wanted to start my own company… I want to build motorcycles and that is what I am going to do.

More to come later

Tonight I rode out to the Pioneer Saloon for Bike Night. The place was not busy at all, there were a few familiar faces. I ran into my friend Paul, we chatted for a bit. Everyone seemed to be leaving the place and they where all trying to figure out where to go. Paul and his friend decided to go to Mr D’s another bar near Rainbow and Sahara. Paul asked me if I wanted to go, I said no. He then began to start the ribbing.

In my mind that was not what I wanted to do. The only Bike Night I goto is the one at Pioneer Saloon, and the only reason I even go to that are that place has alot of history and it a cool hangout. The second reason is that it is about 90 miles round trip from my house. I get to get out and ride my bike. I am not going out for drinks.

After I left there was a couple of people behind me who decided that they need to pass me, that is fine with me. I was just enjoying the ride. I took Las Vegas Blvd all the way back to town from Jean and then proceeded to cruise down the strip down to fremont and then all the way to lamb. It was just great to get out and enjoy a great evening out on the bike. I had alot of fun, more than if I would have hit more bars that is for sure.

I live to ride and ride to live. I have biker in my blood, my aunt had it and now I have it. I know she would love the fact I am riding if she was still here.

Biker 4 life.

Let me start off by saying that I have only been riding a street motorcycle for less than 6 months. It that time I ridden over 1200 miles, had my first minor and major crash. I spent a week in the hospital; I broke my shoulder blade, collarbone and 5 or 6 ribs. My bike was damaged from the crash; it sat in the garage broken for about 2 months. During the time I was in the hospital and at home recovering people kept asking me if I was going to ride again after my crash. There was part of me that was scared and was not sure about getting on a bike again.  I knew in my heart I still wanted to ride though, every time I was anywhere there motorcycles around, I would get a little sad because mine still in the garage broken.

In my time off the bike I started two websites and clothing line dedicated to Bikers here in Southern Nevada, I went to my first Laughlin River Run, without my bike.  But I did get to meet a special lady who I was able to give a ride down to Laughlin for a meet and greet. She crashed a few days before I did; she was hit by truck on her bike and then run over in the process. Talking with her on the drive down and back from Laughlin I learned a lot and it also made think about getting back on my bike and riding. I mean was a lady in her 50’s that was hit by a truck, and run over. Just counting the days to when the doctors would tell her she can ride again.

With the help my girlfriend, friends and family we attempted to fix my bike. We got it as far as we could and then I took it in to get fixed the rest of the way. I just it got back about 8 days ago and I have since put 600 plus miles on it. I went to my first bike night last Friday at the Pioneer Saloon in Goodsprings, NV which is about 40 some miles from my house. I did my first night ride that night, I had to get home from there and it was after dark, I just said “Go For it”, I got my bike and headed home, it was awesome feeling knowing that I could ride in the dark with no problems.  That night I was chatting with friend online and she asked me why I did not go to the “Tuesday Bike Night”, I explained that Friday was my first because my bike was broken before I did feel right about going to Bike Night with my bike, just seemed wrong.

As I was out riding this weekend my friend’s words kept playing over and over in my head (why I did not go to the “Tuesday Bike Night”) as I thought about more and more, I came up with the answer… I did not buy a motorcycle for a fashion statement, a status symbol or anything like that. I realized that I love riding the motorcycle, I love being out on the road. I don’t need some get together to let me know I am a biker. I know it in my heart that I am a biker. I don’t belong to club or OMG. If I did though, it for sure a nomad chapter, with no set home, just me and my bike.

It is hard to explain the feeling of riding a motorcycle, that joy that comes over you as you are rolling down the highway and twist the throttle and feel the bike wanting to go. There is the adrenaline rush that comes with the speed. But there is this other feeling when you are just cruising around the backroads just enjoying the sights. It doesn’t matter what kind of bike I am riding at the time, just as long as I am riding. But the fact I ride a Harley just makes it cool.

I might not have been born a biker, but I am one now and forever. Live to Ride / Ride to Live.

This past weekend was a perfect example of why I have the most awesome girlfriend. First off we were supposed to go to watch her Aunt’s cabin together in Utah. It was going a 3 day weekend for the both of us as it was our Friday off, but one of us had to stay and work since no else would be there for our office to be open. She was to head up Friday morning and I would go up on Saturday morning, well after we talked about the trip. It just didn’t make any sense for me to go Saturday as I would get there about probably 3 or 4 Utah time since I had to stop at my dad’s along the way. I also wanted to stop the Harley Dealer in St. George and see what type of jackets they had and what not. So we decided that I would stay home instead.

One of my girlfriends concerns was that it was going to be a beautiful weekend here in Vegas, and I had just gotten my bike back from being fixed. So this was prime riding time. I rode my bike on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I really had a blast, but I also did miss her a lot.

This is why I say she is awesome, she knows what things make happy and she wants to give that to me as much as possible. She loves when her man is happy. She also let me be who I am, she hasn’t tried to change in anyway, if anything she has tried to get me to open up more and be myself.

We found each other when I was having a rough time in my life, things were not working out between me and my now ex-wife. She helped get over those times and now is set on making my life great and making me happy. It has been just 3 years that we have been together, they have been some of the best years of my life so far, and I am looking towards many more with her.