There’s something about bike riders. You can see it in their eyes. Even old riders who, for whatever reason, have retired from throwing a leg over. We’ve all encountered them; they come along when you’re parked, tell you about what they rode in their day and usually some of their exploits. It’s good to take the time to chat. They love it and it does you good to bring some joy to someone else’s life.
Sharing that joy of riding or swapping stories with past, present and future motorcyclists goes with our territory. That generous spirit often spills over into worthy causes that bikers gather to support.
Maybe it’s the feeling of freedom
