Splendid ride through Bearwallow Valley, Hendersonville's fertile apple orchards, to Lake Lure, on to Old Fort, then back home. A made-to-order sky and spectacular day. Looking up, counting my blessings. 
Holding tight to my sweetheart. Happy to be alive. Look at the vast expanse laid out by the Harley. Riding clouds, through the mist of time, dreaming with immortal grace.
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