| Last year we went to Yellowstone National Park in | | | | luck stories, tough lives and love gone wrong. Some |
| August. It was a detour for many Harley enthusiasts | | | | were professionals who rode for the sheer joy of |
| on their way to some big rally back East. It was so | | | | riding, the freedom and adventure. The riders were a |
| fun as we watched from our hotel the bikers stream | | | | very diverse group with the love of motorcycles and |
| into town. The men in their Harley Davidson leather | | | | particular Harley Davidson's as their common ground. |
| jackets, the women in their leather Harley jackets, | | | | I asked if it was hot to ride in Harley leather jackets |
| ready for a little break. | | | | in August, but they said the safely and security was |
| All dressed in leather and black with ponytails | | | | worth a little heat and with the wind in your face it |
| streaming down their backs, tired after a long days | | | | wasn't so bad. It made me wonder about this |
| ride; it was fun to talk to them in restaurants and in | | | | segment of society and the bond they share. Open |
| the park of tales of riding across country and the | | | | road, wind in your face seeing the country as very |
| sights and people they have seen and met. Kind | | | | few do as most of us jet by overhead on our way |
| people with a love of their bikes, a love of the open | | | | to wherever barely taking notice of our fellow |
| road and for the most part a love of their country | | | | travelers. |
| and the people they share it with. Some had hard | | | | |