For me, it was one for the books.
Not because I hadn’t made some miles before, and not because I hadn’t seen the black hills of South Dakota.
Riding, is a funny thing. Some people love it, some people try it, and some people just don’t understand it. I’m not sure that I understand it. I gotta say, I do love it.
Putting a mile or two down just brings me a little peace. Seeing a new thing, riding a new road, experiencing something new.
Maybe it’s just the damn wind. Who knows.
Riding is such a Zen thing: It puts you in the moment. The rain, temperature the texture of the asphalt. Planning ahead. Your reactions to all those things.
Anyway, made 3700 miles in 10 days. It’s not a record by any means. But for me, it was a signal that I could still do what I loved.
I’m not young anymore.
But I can still kick a little ass out there.
And I plan to keep doing it.