Brother Of The Road One rider's encounter in a loving city He looked like he was in his sixties. He was black, wearing Carharts overalls, and carrying his belongings in a small plastic garbage sack. He also had a small, open bag of chips in...
13 Hours And Four Tattoos the best way to rekindle a friendship This story starts way before the actual trip so let me catch you up...
I. AM. A. PLANNER. Don’t get me wrong—I love to be spontaneous. But I will be prepared, there will be an itinerary, and any opportunities for spontaneity will be scheduled and color coded for your convenience....