Got my first bike when I was about 18. I was never into speed like the other guys.
Just liked the feeling of cruising on a smooth, unfamiliar, country road.
Bikes got bigger along the way, but the full-dresser was a bit to much.
By the time I was 30 I'd been to Lake George,Smokey Mts., n whatnot, but...
My sights were on cross-country-Great Plains, Black Hills, Yellowstone, Yosemite, Pacific Coast Hwy, Grand Canyon, Rocky Mts.
In the fall of '97 and the spring of '98 I got to see all those places and more on a motorcycle trip that spanned 4 weeks and 10,000 miles.
Every day, just about, was spent riding from sun-up to sun-down, all alone, me and my green machine, some camping equipment, and a lot of maps.
For a breakdown of the trip, stay tuned for future blogs!
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