Many lives This is my uncle. A man that’s lived many lives and has all the stories from a life fully lived. An old crusty biker. An adventurer. A veteran. And many other “titles” you could add in there. When I was a kid, he took me on the back of his Harley. Just rode down the street to my grandpas house which was maybe a five minute drive, but in those five minutes my life changed and I knew that one day I would have a bike of my own. He was always a person that I looked up to. Sure, he’s a bit rough around the edges, but he’s always cared and always taken care of people (and he still does). I get a lot of who I am from him. I’m thankful he’s in my life and opened my eyes to the freedom of riding. It’s a place that I find solace a lot of the time. The back of a bike is where a lot of us can think clearly or escape. After all this time since that first ride, we finally rode together. Stopped at a couple places and got to show him one of the many rides I love out here. I’ve been riding now for going on 15 years and there’s a ton more I want to do on the back of a bike, but his stories and adventures still inspire me to this day. Not only for riding, but for living a free life and being no one else but yourself. Couldn’t help but capture a few memories while we were stopped at the Canyon Lake overlook just chatting. Damn fine day