Tuesday, April 3, 2018


"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and- in spite of True Romance magazines- we shall someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.  I do not say lonely- at least, not all the time- but essentially, and finally, alone.  This is what makes your self respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of other for your happiness."     

-Hunter S. Thompson

I've logged quite a few miles on motorcycles over the past thirty years.  Two cross country trips, countless runs up and down the East Coast, not to mention the countless hours off-road.  And you know what?  Most of them have been alone.

It wasn't planned that way, I didn't set out to fly solo all of the time.  It just kind of happens.  After a while you get used to it.  You get to like it.  Crave it even.  And the thought of someone intruding on that solitude...just seems wrong.  I've been more selective about my riding partners than my sexual ones.  

I guess that says something about priorities... 

Thompson, taking aim at demons that would eventually catch up with him.  RIP.


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