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I need to ride my bike. I need to ride my bike. I need to put a pack on my back fender and gooooooooo! Adventure and twisted roads! I can't explain what it is about the motorcycle -- honestly, everyone, it's the closest you'll ever get to flying. I was reflecting on the night we road for 16 straight hours, 800+ miles, and we so dseperately wanted to make good time to camp that we road for 2 hours at 95 miles per hour on an interstate. That was such a rush. It's been a week since I've ridden, but I'm dying to get on. I guess I should calm down -- it's going to be my only mode of transportation for the next year.
The road to Presidio from Terlingua? YUM, I so wish I were there.
The road to Presidio from Terlingua? YUM, I so wish I were there.