As the story goes, an old gray-beard biker was heading back from a Mexico road trip late one night. His saddlebags held trinkets and gifts for kids at the orphanage where he worked. Enjoying his solitude and the cool desert night, he counted his other blessings — kids at the home, biker friends, and a bike that never let him down.
Everything seemed perfect. Some 40 miles north of the border he was out on the road in the still coolness of night in the high desert the full moon rose and the cactus cast shifting and shortening silhouettes on the still-warm desert floor….