Aviate.

Driving eases me. Every turn that banks puts me in my own special place - just me, my engine humming, and the breeze (and maybe an occasional squeal from my tires). The wheels and tires become my feet, the engine becomes my heart, the window becomes my mind, and the gasoline is the blood that runs through me. Dramatic? Yes, but that's what makes it live...or rather fly as I keep riding the road that inclines beyond the skies. This is how I aviate
[Here's a money-shot]




























And who better to share this experience with? That's right...a couple of dugyots. Sucks how Chelleski's not in any of the pictures, being that it's her camera and that she was there to experience every bump on that hill [sorry, I can't disclose the road or area].




















































































That's right...we ride above the clouds. Ride, but be safe.