The dull roar of her engine is the only sound i hear, the only sound for miles. My bike keeps me grounded. The sound of her engine, the sound of her tires on the old dirt road, the wind in my hair. This is my rest, my solitude. The group if a bit disfunctional and a little off in thier priorities. I needed to ride alone, I havent been alone in days. Its the silince that brings me peace, the silence that solidifies