Just as the sunset was coming to an end and the crisp desert twilight was beginning I pulled up to the old gas station in my suicide clutch Indian and something caught my eye. In these situations sometimes a bit of adrenaline kicks in and I begin to question myself, "Am I good man? Did I accomplish all I could?" In the moment I chuckle and throw my arms through the sleeves of my Buck Starr and say to myself, "Yeah, I did some stuff." So after a lingering glance I tilt my shades down and scratch my 3 day beard and I tell her that this old jacket's got room for a couple more adventures and this bike's got room for 1 more. A little humor mixed in with a serious look, gets them every time. She smiles and without any hesitation says, "Only if I'm driving", as she jumps on and shift's into gear. Normally, I wouldn't allow it but the lady's confidence was more than enough to abide. Before she hit second gear you would've thought a rocket launched, it felt and looked like a blast off with a dust cloud following us down that highway. I swear the star's looked pale and sky more bright when the moon reflected off her gold colored hair. That was just the beginning of that electric night and of the legend that would come to be known as the, "Lady in the Dark."
Link to the Jacket: http://www.buckstarrlegends.com/shop/lady-in-the-dark