Riding Into Peace: My Life on Two Wheels
What I love most about riding a motorcycle is the frame of mind it puts me in. The moment I hit a nice country road, everything else just fades away. The stress, the noise, the worries—they’re gone. Instead, I’m surrounded by the scents of the world around me, the crisp air, the earth, the trees. It’s like flying without a plane. Peaceful, freeing—like stepping into another world.
One of my favorite escapes is heading up to the Catskills. I’ve got a camper where I load the bike, and my buddy and I will head up there for a week at a time. Just recently, we rode up through New York State, and it was incredible. I don’t ride for transportation; I ride purely for pleasure. For me, riding isn’t about getting from point A to point B—it’s about being in the moment.
I’ve got a few routes I really enjoy. One winds down into Chatsworth, where the cranberry bogs stretch out on either side. In the fall, it’s magical—the colors, the air, the way the light hits everything. That’s also when I love joining the Harley covered bridge runs through New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Riding across those old bridges, with the leaves turning all around, is pure eye candy. Another favorite is riding up along the Delaware River. The scenery there never disappoints.
I even enjoy riding in the winter months. As long as the roads are clear and the sun is shining, I’m out there. I’ve got a heated suit that keeps me warm—it can heat up to 72 degrees—so I’m comfortable no matter how chilly it gets. There’s something special about winter rides. The air is crisp, the roads are quiet, and the world feels different when you’re out on two wheels.
