I am so thrilled that Phil and I happened to be free and ran into each other on the flats- I can’t imagine not having these awesome photos. Thanks again, man!
MotoLady & the RC51 at Bonneville
A motorcycle is a joy machine. It’s a machine of wonders, a metal bird, a motorized prosthetic. It’s light and dark and shiny and dirty and warm and cold lapping over each other; it’s a conduit of grace, it’s a catalyst for bonding the gritty and the holy.
Posted on March 18, 2011 in Motorcycles by Alicia Mariah Elfving