The rhythm of the ride. Its not just the mechanics of motorcycling. Its the bonding of people involved. The acceptance of experience.
Started this morning by sitting in my camp chair watching the sun come up over the Missouri river. I am pretty much still on eastern time and the campsite is near the facilities. Great sunrise over the hills of South Dakota. Boys got up and they fired up one of the backpacker stoves and we had starbucks instant coffee. Continue reading