November 25, 2001 |
I'd been waiting years for this moment--riding my bike through the rolling hills of Tennessee on a sunny autumn day, doing 32 mph on a downhill grade, grinning like a fool and thinking I had the two-lane road to myself. Then a headlight flashed in my rearview mirror, the ground shook and a tremendous roar pierced my left ear. Then another, and another and another. You haven't lived until you've had the thrill of being overtaken by 15 Harleys on the Natchez Trace Parkway.