The Immortal Harley Rider The wind blew the strands of my long brown hair like streamers behind me as I let the Harley Davidson’s V-Twin motor unwind. It plastered my beard to my face and whipped the skin of my cheeks. My black T-shirt flapped in the summer breeze behind me and clung to my front like wet cloth. The roar of the wind passing between my helmet and ears almost drowned the throaty rumble of the ‘41 Knucklehead’s engine from my awareness. Tears streamed back from my stinging eyes as the gale penetrated between my face and dark sunglasses. My twenty-two year old body vibrated with youthful ex