I spent most of the day riding in the back of a truck beneath a blistering sun. A bent valve had me watching the traffic move backwards all the way home from Bloomington Indiana. The big blue sky was calling my name and with everything broken around me I jumped on my Dad's 75 FLH. A nice departure from riding the junk I build to any one of his old bikes. They always seem to work as if they have just rolled off the assembly line. I found myself chasing the horizon line. The setting sun gave way to mortar flashes in every direction. I parked on a gravel rode where a friend was beaten to death with a baseball bat for $200. From here I could see the flashes from 5 surrounding towns. I took in the peacefulness of the freedom and the violence of its cost.