1. This isn’t a particularly good photograph, but it reminds me of a moment last May when we were racing from Flagstaff, Arizona to Kingman, Arizona. I was trying to beat the sun because I had on my shaded helmet visor which is not conducive to seeing things while motorcycling. I remember ripping through canyons and over hill tops - desperate to reach Kingman while there was still enough light for me to see. I ended up pulling over and letting our chase vehicle catch up to me with my clear visor (and my camera - hence the picture) because I just wasn’t going to make it and it was starting to get dangerous, but it was maybe the most exhilarating hour of motorcycling of my life.
The next afternoon as we left Kingman and crossed the border into California we stopped to get gas. After filling up, going to the lav, and getting “freshened up” we noticed that I had worn down to the steel belts on my front tire. In retrospect, letting loose over hilltops and through canyons was more dangerous than I had realized. 
There is inherent risk in riding a motorbike - especially 2,000+ miles across the US. Sometimes that risk is greater and more incalculable than anyone could estimate. But the rewards… the rewards are sweet and equally incalculable. The reward for me has already outweighed the risk, and I don’t think it’s paid off it’s full dividends yet. Stay tuned and I’ll let you know.
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    This isn’t a particularly good photograph, but it reminds me of a moment last May when we were racing from Flagstaff, Arizona to Kingman, Arizona. I was trying to beat the sun because I had on my shaded helmet visor which is not conducive to seeing things while motorcycling. I remember ripping through canyons and over hill tops - desperate to reach Kingman while there was still enough light for me to see. I ended up pulling over and letting our chase vehicle catch up to me with my clear visor (and my camera - hence the picture) because I just wasn’t going to make it and it was starting to get dangerous, but it was maybe the most exhilarating hour of motorcycling of my life.

    The next afternoon as we left Kingman and crossed the border into California we stopped to get gas. After filling up, going to the lav, and getting “freshened up” we noticed that I had worn down to the steel belts on my front tire. In retrospect, letting loose over hilltops and through canyons was more dangerous than I had realized. 

    There is inherent risk in riding a motorbike - especially 2,000+ miles across the US. Sometimes that risk is greater and more incalculable than anyone could estimate. But the rewards… the rewards are sweet and equally incalculable. The reward for me has already outweighed the risk, and I don’t think it’s paid off it’s full dividends yet. Stay tuned and I’ll let you know.

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