Steve´s side note….

I have been riding street since I was 16 and never really understood why. It was always just a form of transportation or after a while something I did out of habit. I never really got into going for cruises or riding with groups “the motorcycle scene”. Yesterday, it became very clear why I am hear. My dad, myself and two other guys on Harleys where riding through the jungle coming down from San Blas to Puerto Vallarta. I had MP3s of the entire collection of Maná in my headphones (thanx Fredo) on the most perfect day you could ever ask for. The terrain went from palm tree sprouting coastal sands to deep thick winding jungle. For some reason the whole act of being on a motorcycle felt right for the first time. I can’t fully describe the sensation but, I can say it is comparable to sex. Well,,,,, anyways.. I reached a point yesterday where I forgot I was on a motorcycle. It was a part of me. On sharp turns I could feel the rubber pulling to one side of the tires like if I had sneakers on and decided to run side ways up a hill. Shifting became and idea instead of an action. Every curve felt right. The road seemed to be reacting to my emotions. My body was completely meshed with the metal underneath me and I finally understood what it meant to ride.
There is something liberating and romantic in the act of riding a motorcycle. Exposing yourself to the elements at high speeds and having to be ready for what ever nature throws at you is amazing and humbling. I felt indestructible yet extremely vulnerable knowing that a small animal could pop out at any time and end it all.
I think I will do this sort of thing more often….

Just thought I would share that as the majority of our blog is with out any insight to what we are going through on our journey.