travel, photography, time on the harley... The one commodity that I know we possess in only a finite quantity is Time. Sooner or later the clock will run out for all of us. I know when that moment arrives for me, I will not welcome it. There will yet be, for me, books unread, wine un –drunk, meals uneaten, mountain roads un-ridden, reefs unexplored, desert vistas unappreciated, friends unknown, sunsets unseen, photos un-taken, memories not made, love unfulfilled. But, though I will not leave here willingly it will be with the certain knowledge that never did I pass upon the opportunity for these things, for I did everything possible when I could do so.