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...
Riding down the open road on a dirt bike, a backpack full to the brim with camera gear, saddlebags full of camping gear. No cars in sight, maybe a few trucks every fifty miles. Crosswinds blowing strong, just as they typically do once...