his article was originally published in the December 2002 issue of Motorcycle Cruiser. Approaching the Rocky Mountains from the east can be rather emotional. Especially if you've spent ample time droning across the monotonous Midwestern plains, which is enough to mentally flatline even the most exuberant motorcycle rider. That jagged purple outline reaching up from the otherwise smooth and faceless horizon will quicken the pulse of any motorcyclist and tickle the very roots of his spirit. The feeling is enchantment, awe and anticipation all at once. There is, of course, only one appropriate way to respond to such majesty. And that's to gas it. Hard.