My son comes first and I do my best by him and for him.

I have a very diverse taste in music but I mainly listen to a lot of R&B, neo-soul, ambient, new age, trip hop, jazz, and old school hip hop.

I really don't like to talk about myself. I don't like to sound like I am full of it. I am just an average guy, nothing more, nothing less. I wouldn't call myself unique. I do have a very silly sense of humor, it keeps me young.

But this is the best I can come up with to tell you how and who I am:

Who am I? It is hard to say... well not really. Everyone has their thing. You probably guessed what mine is. It has truly been apart of me my whole life. My biggest and only vice. This may be bad or it may be good, however, I have never drank, smoked, or done any drugs. I have never stolen, robbed, or cheated anyone out of anything. The other day I was at the self check out at Kroger and I found a $5 bill laying on the floor. I turned it in to an employee when I could of easily pocketed it. Admirable or stupid I am not sure but that is who I am.
I know, like everyone else, I have my issues. I guess I would have to say that I am like an "artist" type.
This suggests that some may see some oddness in some of my personality traits or habits. However, I am not artist in the typical sense.
I don't have any true talents that can be quantified, qualified, or readily shown. Singers and musicians express themselves through making music.
Graphic artists can express themselves through paintings, drawings, sculptures, etc. Writers through writing books and novels. Directors through their screenplays on stage and on screen. Photographers by their pictures; fashion designers through their clothing.
These are all truly great talents and gifts. Unfortunately, I posses none of them. I wish I did because there are times when there is something
I want to say, a feeling I want to express, or a point I want to get a cross that my medium of expression can not be performed.
What is it you ask? It is my love of motorcycles and riding. When I am on my bike carving up country roads, I am singing my song, painting my picture, telling my story. Things I couldn't otherwise find the words for I say with my style of riding. So what does one do when this is their voice? Trust me, it is hard. Every long winter, every rainy day is torture. It is like not being able to breathe. Not to mention other things.
To truly know me, you will have to see me ride. Then, when you see a single headlight coming up in your rear view mirror, hear the thundering sound of "reving" exhaust off in the far distance, or the ghostly blur ripping through some curves, it will remind you of me...