"road to redemption"

Sharing a note from a fellow biker.

“Q-ball,

After a care full study of all the amazing photos contained in "living the life", I find the most important and compelling plate to be the one that sits across from "road to redemption". This photo absolutely captures the bikers philosophy of independence, self-reliance, and his or her defiance of convention. For me, this is a somber photo that reminds us that, no matter how many we may ride with, we all truly ride alone. 

If I had to put this photo to music, it would be to David Gilmour's, 1978 instrumental "Raise my Rent".

Paladin”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6ncy7iCSjM

Adam's Pan

LOWSIDE Magazine Issue 8 is out and contains a part 2 article (part 1 was in Issue 6) I did about your friend and mine Adam. For those of you who don’t know Adam, you can find him at most major swap meets up and down the East Coast scouting for old and greasy motorcycle pats. He is a high test evangelical motorcycle enthusiast with a brain like a bear trap when it comes to mechanical specs. Don’t believe me, just ask him some obscure question, then be prepared for a flood of fascinating factual information.

Long May You Ride,
Q-Ballqball@vtwinbiker.com
www.VtwinBiker.com

Great piece of work

Q-Ball,

I just finished reading your book, and I think it's a great piece of work. For me, it was also a trip down memory lane.

I guess you and I are about the same age. I was born in Mt. Kisco, NY, on May 27,1950. I too started riding in 1965. I built and rode that knucklehead (one of the pictures I sent you) while I was in high school. I was kind of like an early version of the Fonz (that was when I had hair). And like you, I barely graduated high school.

Things have changed a lot, since then and now. Back in the day, no one cared what kind of bike you rode. What we cared about was what kind of a person you were, and if you could be relied upon, and the only bikes that got trailered anywhere, were our race bikes (I used to race sidehacks).

Anyway, God's speed to you.
Pete (Paladin)