There are different juices that flow in the veins of different people. Some have more than simply blood that pours through their bodies and energizes the soul that their body houses. Others have an additive in their blood vessels.
I join the many who feel the thrill of thunder. No, it is not the kind that follows lightning and rumbles through the skies. Rather, it is the roar that travels through the ground, caused by the horsepower of two-wheel machines known as motorcycles. I feed on the spirit captured on the open road.
When I don my gear, then climb aboard my ride and turn on my ignition, the thrill never leaves. It is always there. Something in the heart and soul of a rider is ignited with the firing of plugs in the internal combustion engine of my V-twin.
The joy of a ride is magnified when fellow bikers enjoy their freedom together. We are brothers from different mothers. There is a connection that can be seen when total strangers on bikes pass each other on the road. They wave at each other in acknowledgement of what we share in common.
On this vacation trip we headed to experience the city of Austin together. Little did we know that our path would cross the path with thousands of others whose blood flows with the same spirit of motorcycling. We were met with the vision of a hotel lot filled with sparkling, customized and roaring motorcycles. Instantaneously, it was exuberating.
Something special was happening in Austin that we did not know about in advance. I did recall a number of biker groups and solo riders on our journey to our state’s capital. The enjoyable journey was filled with many other sights, so I was not suspicious . Now, it all made sense: Republic of Texas Rally, ROT13.
Like the tradition is, has been and always will be, I paid out a lot of compliments on custom rides. Pride broke out on a number faces when they realized that someone was speaking with admiration of their personalized machine. It is a way of life.
In town the famed Sixth St. was lined with motor magnificence. No two bikes were alike. Each one was like the people who ride them: unique, filled with pride and sharing in common the thunder of the open road.
photo credit: brucefong cellphone photography