Ah, the last installment of the seemingly never-ending story of a three-day journey, the trip from which reading the report took as long as the ride itself. Fear not, Intrepid Reader; the end is nigh. Even I am so tired…
A Trip to Tucson & Down Memory Lane: Part Deux
(“That girl certainly talks a lot about her various vices”/”They’ll never put THIS into the club newsletter” Edition) There is very little moto-content here, but it’s all part of the trip. Trigger warning: There is a lot of talk about…
A Trip to Tucson & Down Memory Lane
Buckle up, friends – this is a really long one. You know when I say that… well. Get a sandwich, bring the Camelbak, and don’t forget to hydrate as we go. I’ll probably have to break this up into Thanksgiving-meal-sized portions, so let’s call it:…
Love Song
Every scratch, every scrape, every patch of dust and dirt on my bike is a love song. Each scar, a testimony to adventure. Each new layer of dirt rides along, bringing its memories with it. “That,” I can say with…