Sitting in the hotel in grand junction colorado. Good ride the last 2 days. Maybe my last before snow falls. The bad part of northern utah is that snow is a serious reality. The good part its easy to hook up with my brother who loves riding equally as much as I do. Everyone has their reason for owning a bike. Some like the status. Some like a little wind. To some its just a garage trophy. I’ve ridden with a lot of people in different settings. My brother rides the same way as I do. The ride itself, the history, the curiosity… Hell, even the poetry of it. Its a good thing.
The original plan was grand junction by dark. A voltage regulator changed the plan. Luckily we stopped in a dealership town, but the situation. Made us rent a car to pick up a part 120 miles away. Part of the adventure of riding I say. It was all good. We hit rock springs WY in the cop-looking rental car with 5 minutes to spare and boogied back in a saner fashion to get a room and discuss the day and a little about life. That in itself I think is a fine weekend. Blood is blood. Best thing about family is the unsaid understanding. It gives you a lot of leeway to give each other shit. Giving shit isn’t always a bad thing.
Made it to meeker colorado by noon. Base of my father and grandparents and the dunn line for a lot of years. Ill post more soon about that. Just a good day, on some under ridden road.
My face is wind burned, my body tired and my head is full of good ride thoughts. I’m just not gonna expound it anymore on a blackberry.
See ya in a few days.
Fokker out