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I don't know where you live, but I'm from a town between Chicago and Milwaukee. It's February 6th and it just snowed 15 inches. As I plow my way through the snow to the steps and into the house, after a day of work, I just can't wait to get into the garage and grab the snowblower. Again. Only February? Are you kidding? The last time I rode my bike it was November, a century and a long winter ago. As I open the garage there it sits, my motorcycle, still shiny from the last time I rubbed it with a diaper. Just kidding, work with me!


Motorcycles, the die-hard rider will admit, are about freedom and the open road, an escape from how life chews on you. Some people will never understand what it's all about, how just a 20 minute ride can take a weeks worth of stress and aggravation away, like a workout or yoga class for some. Some people can't understand that the thrill of being on the edge, out there without the safety of airbags and crumple-zones, is exactly why we live to ride. Some people don't understand when we mash the throttle the whole world shakes from our pipes and we are sure not to hear you say that our bikes are "too loud"! Some people don't understand why we would accept whatever the weather throws at us, and do it with a grin on our bug-filled teeth!


Some people don't understand how, even after a foot of snow lays a carpet outside our doors, we dream of that day we get to ride again.