9am traffic in the city wasn’t bad, but we confirmed that my Sena microphone is toast; Michelle can talk to me, but all I can do is wave back like a mad woman. A frantic arm wave and a head waggle isn’t really an answer to “How comfortable are you... [...]
I’ve gotten exceptionally fast at packing, which is good because every night all my belongings explode across the room, prompting me to yet again wonder at the “bigger on the inside” nature of my Mosko Moto bag. A ceiling of solid grey mist hung a few hundred feet about the... [...]
“What the fuck was I thinking?” [...]
Who has 2 thumbs and bought a new motorcycle right before leaving on a 5 week trip? [...]
I’ve mastered the art of sleeping well no matter what ramshackle, sketchy motel I find myself in; the ear plugs and eye mask certainly help! 5:30am, I had a few bites of the cobbler I had as takeaway from the diner and bundled up against the frigid mountain cold; 27F... [...]