Sitting in a midday heat, shaded yet still boiling
hot in Phoenix, Arizona.
Listening to a rock and roll band playing it's
heart out for America's motorcycles.
Harley's to be exact, lined in perfect rows every-
where you look.
Sun sparkling on their chrome and mirrors like the
decorations on Christmas trees.
Beautiful, awesome and fun to ride, hair blowing
freely in the wind, as we travel mountain roads.
Enjoying every mile that we travel, our American
dream roaring into sunshine in spite of the heat!
Sweat pouring off of us, still riding, totally
united in the blessedness of our God loving country!
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