Part of my therapy, if you will, after a hard week traveling through four U.S. cities, is a ride through beautiful Southern California on my prized Indian Chief motorcycle.
On this day I was supposed to ride with a couple of friends and my cousin Alexander but things didn't work out that way -- but they did work out exactly as they were supposed too! I needed some "alone time," and spending that time riding my Indian up Pacific Coast Highway, from Santa Monica into Malibu, was just what the doctor ordered. A special thanks to my wife, my sweetie, Mrs. Sheila Kennedy Bryant, for saying "go, go, go.... just go (ride) will you!" A glorious day indeed. Therapy for the soul.
Onward, with HOPE