Elizabeth Muse

I can see the dust fill the air behind me as I speed down the dirt roads. The dry air is whipping against the curves of my jet-black helmet and the sharp details of my Harley Davidson motorcycle. Fear is nowhere to be seen. Instead, when I am cruising on a motorcycle, I can feel nothing but pure happiness. Motorcycles, specifically Harley Davidson motorcycles, are my passion. No matter the weather or time of day, I always love hearing the roar of the engine drown out all the noise and stress that tend to surround me.

I have always considered myself a “motorcycle enthusiast.” The picture on my biography makes it apparent that I have grown up with motorcycles. Even though my dad worships motorcycles more than I do, he still would not let me hop on the back of one until the spring break of my freshman year of high school. Trust me, it was worth the wait

I not only love Harley Davidson motorcycles because of their beauty, power, and grace, but my admiration for motorcycles also stems from the fact that they have strengthened the relationship between me and my father. On Saturday mornings, instead of reading the comics together, we flip through Harley Davidson magazines in search of the next detail to add. We love to drool over the new models and imagine how they feel to ride through the Georgia mountains.

Harley Davidson motorcycles will always be my true love because they have opened my eyes to a life full of adventure and excitement while also strengthening my relationship with my outstanding father.