Basil says others still ask, "'You still riding,' or whatever. I say yes, everyday."
From Canada to Kentucky, and over the Smoky Mountains, he's racked up more than 300,000 miles.
"You're supposed to be afraid of a big motorcycle," says Basil, "if you try to rip, it's going to throw you off. You're always supposed to be afraid of it, but not enough where you can't ride it."
"He will say to me well I'm going to go around the block," says his wife Lucille Harne, "So the block may be from Cavetown to Frederick."
Lucille used to be a riding buddy, but now she awaits his tales on the road at home.
She says, "He goes over here at Smithsburg to Welty Church Road, and we have an old goat over there that we always get a bang out of, so he'll say 'well I rode up by to see what the goat was doing.'"
After nearly 65 years of marriage, Basil's wife understands her husband best.
"He always checks in, but he just loves to ride and I think it's just an outlet."
Basil says he's lucky to be 85 and still on the road, and he doesn't plan on burning out any time soon.