There is something unique when a community moves. Especially when the movement is on bikes.

On my drives across the US, there were several groups of bikers. You know they are coming when you heard the roar of the engine from afar. For a few seconds they would be visible and then they would be gone.

Perhaps it is in their hugging the road, the sound waves and the eyesight, they evoke a strong memory and serious love. Ah, what it must be to soak in fresh air and let your heart throb to the tune of a revved up engine.

(at Mt. Washington,NH)