“This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...”

“This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...”

“They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.”

“Every day i throw my leg over this steed, I know this ride could be the last for me, it's in my blood this need to be free,some what different than your average breed.”

“And so I begin to be free no longer trapped by the weakness in me.”

“Seeing everything through different eyes, as I look to the sky with love in my sight,realizing what this ride does to me inside.”

“All my life I've always come back to one thing,my need to feel free and the need to feel the breeze,the ride provides a freedom this gypsy needs,where every road is another blessed memory,a new experience to carry inside my journey,a sense of belonging to a familiar tribe,a brotherhood that goes beyond a bloodline.”

“You can't have one without the other,you can't be something you don't believe,you can't live if you linger in tomorrow,you can't be in the past and expect to see me,but you can only love when you're in the right here, right now.”

“It's the ride of life the journey from here to there living and loving every moment like we have none to spare.”

“It's all part of my spirituality,as the wind softly kisses my face, and the world travels beneath me.”

“This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...”

“Fear isn't what it appears to be,it's a motivation that sets us free,keep scratching, chewing and kicking me,waiting for that moment in time to flee,when it erupts in disbelief,when it's exposed and we let it be,without its hold it has no meaning.”