Live Free...

*the California coast, my 1948 Panhead. the sun, crashing waves below. a defiance against the mundane in the air.

*chaos of speed, serenity, middle finger raised to a society suffocating in its own bullshit.

*each turn, a path through the tumultuous beauty of chaos. beneath the blazing sun, untamed, unbroken.

*the moment, alive, free, and this... this is liberation.

My dear Freedom, you are the fire in my veins, the constellations that guide me in the darkest of nights. With every sunrise, I am reminded that your gift is not merely in the external, but within me - an unquenchable flame that ignites with every adventure, every risk taken in your name. And so, I remain forever your faithful wanderer, your ardent admirer, and your devoted explorer. I will ride the currents of fate with the courage of a lone cowboy, etching my story into the annals of time, a testament to the love affair between a soul and its yearning for boundless horizons. - Josh Sirlin

The California coast, sun blazing, ocean endless, and the open road. Fuck everything else; this is heaven, my freedom. The air, salty, whispers tales of real defiance as the highway winds. Engine, heart beating, a quest for meaning in chaos. The golden sun, my canvas. I'm free in my madness, free to be the protagonist of my own tale.