Alaskan Feral Goddess

My Harley. It is the freedom from the storm. It calms my beast inside of me. The open road with no destination. Wind blowing through my hair. The sound of the engine roaring. The rumble from the pipes. Time to think or not. Gets left behind when in a pack. Mess with one and you mess with all. The humorous outlook on the world. The looks from others that don’t understand. Feeling wild and free. Profiled from others. The fundraisers we do to help the needy. The bike show and swap meets. Leather and lace. Take no shit attitude. You touch you die. All for one and one for all.