IT’S ALL ABOUT FREEDOM

Welcome to August everyone. For those that read my articles, it can be perceived that I’ve been leading to writing about politics. I wanted to take this moment to maybe set the record straight in a small way. You may ask, what does this have to do with motorcycling and the biker lifestyle? That’s incredibly easy to answer. It’s all about freedom.

Why do we ride? We love the feeling of how it makes us feel free from our daily burdens and relieves stress. The exhilaration of it all. The freedom of it. Why do some of us live the biker lifestyle? Again, it is based on the freedom to do as we please and express ourselves how we see fit. Why motorcycles? Those machines which bring it all together as personal expressions and as mobile art that help others see our freedom of expression for our lifestyle.

There’s more to this but I think you get the picture. All of these things combined are bound together by one very important thing. That thing is the FREEDOM to do so. Without freedom we risk the loss of it all. All the things we have taken for granted for generations.

There’s a quote from a book by G. Michael Hopf. “Hard times create strong men, strong men create good times, good times create weak men, and weak men create hard times.” free society? For if they don’t live in a free society, they will surely be enslaved by those pulling the strings. We used to live a moral code. We used to have social standards. We used to have the choice to live our dreams.

Unfortunately, the good times are past us and the hard times are upon us. I find it hard to stomach the possibility that men of this generation have become so weak that instead of facing the possibility of losing all of our freedoms that our veterans have fought for in the past, that they would rather identify as women instead of manning up.

Here is something to ponder on. Like him or not, President Ronald Reagan quoted this very profound statement that rings so true. “Perhaps you and I have lived too long with this miracle to properly be appreciative. Freedom is a fragile thing and it’s never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by way of inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. And those in world history who have known freedom and then lost it have never known it again.”

This country desperately needs the return of the strong men, and women, if we are to recover from this steady downslide we are in. Why would we not want our future generations to live in a

I don’t know how this can be stated any clearer. I’ll take this moment to thank Born To Ride Magazine for allowing me to deliver these messages to you through there pages. They are another example of how we still have our freedom to do so. Support your local freedom fighting businesses. They need our help.

Ride Free my Friends.

Ride Free Nefarious James American Patriot

IIt’s August and hotter than Satan’s unholy armpit, my BTR friends. If it weren’t for the awesome fans and kickass bands at OCC Roadhouse, Thursday night bike night would only have a handful of hardcore melted bikers. Those big blades push enough air to please Frosty the Snowman and it’s totally covered, so even if it rains, you won’t get wet!

If you’re tired of the same old Thursday night bike night at your usual haunt, make your way out to the West Coast of Florida’s premier biker destination and Florida’s largest bike night, where it’s always a party and a pleasure to be outside seven days/ nights a week.

On Thursdays you’ll find Mike and I hanging out at the Born To Ride tent. Come on by, get that ultimate selfie or profile shot for your Facebook page, and let me autograph you a magazine. I especially love hanging out with the little ones. The smiles that I put on their faces are priceless and you’ll smile too. But most importantly, the impressions I make on them will last a lifetime.

Speaking of the West Coast of Florida, Mike and I rode to Clearwater Beach with some new friends in town and visited the Harley T-shirt shop for some H-D beach paraphernalia. When we came out, there was a cop writing a parking ticket. Mike