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All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

I've got the bike all packed and gassed up.  I'll meet my riding companions tomorrow morning at 7am at Kens Truck Stop in North Bend, WA, about 45 miles from here, which means I hit the road at 6am.  I'll be riding my 2006 Harley Davidson FXDBI Street Bob.  I love this bike.  Of my three it's my favorite, and we've literally bonded.  I've put nearly 19,000 miles on her in two years, and after a half mile, she becomes an extension of me.  That is one of the best parts about riding, when the rider and the bike become one and it responds as if it's an extension of your body.  A touch of the throttle, a lean into a turn, a squeeze of the brake...the bike responds as if it's a part of you.

Here she is -- a 2005 HD FXDBI.  Her color is "Black Denim", she's got Screamin' Eagle exhaust and a Stage One Power Boost to the 88 cubic inch engine and six speed transmission.  I added the saddle bags and wind shield to make her a touring bike, and we've gone 18933 mile down the road together with no problem.  She went down hard this last December when Tony was riding her and hit an oil slick, but after a month in the shop and $5,000 she's good as new. 



Here she is in front of the garage, with the travel bag strapped on.  That bag acts as a backrest that turns the bike into a great big Laz-Y-Boy recliner, and I can stretch my legs out in front on the highway pegs and with my fists to the wind, I'm as free as a bird.

I love the last line of the story that my friend wrote for the previous post...it's very fitting:

"Tate quickly zipped up his leather jacket, put on his helmet and in one quick move fired up the Harley. It seemed to roar to life and he felt good. Giving it the gun he drove up the driveway. He did not look back. He was going forward and for the first time in a long while he felt relaxed..."

I'm hoping the ride will clear my mind, allow me to focus on what is important in my life, and figure out once again what I need to do to make myself happy and get back to being the Gary I want to be, not the person I've become lately.   Wish me luck.

So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leaving, on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again...*

*Leavin' on a Jet Plane - John Denver

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