Brothers in darkness

My biker friends. Ardêche Vets, France 2010.

Brothers in darkness

No two have taken the same road. No two journeys are identical. No two motorcycles look alike. To each his own story. Every one different. We don’t even share the same ideas. But we share this road, and that’s enough to make a family of us, with our two and three wheelers, on the fringes. Needing to ride against the tide. Craving air, sunshine, rain, wind, bivouacs, campfires and music. And smoking and drinking, like that Tennessee whiskey that heals all wounds, even those we don’t talk about. We’d rather lose ourselves in our tattooed girls, all beautiful under the leather jackets that don’t give a damn about fashion. No more castes here; all differences melted into black.