Never A Dull Moment
For me there is something special about riding into a new town and searching out a place to eat and a room for the night. I’m not sure why, it just seems to have its own little sense of adventure.
Rider on the Storm
Riding through the small towns, as always, I wondered what it would be like to live there. I didn’t stop for lunch preferring to make a reasonable number of miles for the day, even though I am not one of these ‘Iron Butt’ guys trying to ride a thousand miles a day. If I’m not enjoying the ride, then why am I doing it?
Small Town Magic
We’re back on the road again just where we left off last time, Remember the tiny motel in Hat Rock from my previous post? The next morning, after a good night’s rest, it was time to get back in the saddle.
June Adventures on the Road
The feeling of heading off alone on a motorcycle is the best feeling of freedom I have ever found. I prefer to ride alone, going where I want, at the speed I want, stopping when I want, eating and sleeping where I want.