Introduction: I was able to get home and get on the bike with the bride. We rode for five hours in TN and north GA. ‘Twas a beautiful day. Lots of motorcyclists were doing the same thing. And Jeeps abounded, too. The bride saw her favorite car, a Corvette, and suddenly became an excited girl again. Amazing how the fascinations we develop as adolescents often remain with us. When I ride the hills and mountains of east Tennessee and north GA, something happens in my spirit. I find myself with the tenderness and wonder I had as a boy, before the world tried to steal the soul. Below is a video that lasts only a few seconds but I hope you too are encouraged.