My call introduced me to Tom and his wife Nancy. Tom met me at a gas station and had me follow him to his home. Almost before I hit the kill switch, Tom had tools in his hand and started diagnosing my problem. Come on in. You can sleep in my guest room and get an early start in the morning.'' I made a new friend that night, and thanks to him I made it to Mississippi and back without any further glitches.
Motorcycle riders are motion addicts and only other riders truly understand the affliction.
The common thread is the music of the road and the motorcycle is the instrument that plays the tune inside a rider's helmet.