My life is strange. How did I find myself here, on a motorcycle ride with journalists from famous motorcycle publications like Cycle World and websites
My life is strange. How did I find myself here, on a motorcycle ride with journalists from famous motorcycle publications like Cycle World and websites
I’ve been slowly packing up camp to prepare for today. After the bare minimum of work, I hitched up the trailer, loaded up the bike,
I was riding my motorcycle back to camp yesterday after completing a few errands in town. Then, when I pulled in the clutch lever, it
I finally had time to take a day off for myself, and what an adventure it was. It started at Reader’s Oasis here in Quartzsite.
Wayne’s house has become a houseless camp. Not homeless. We have homes. They’re just on wheels. Melinda, Amanda, and Matty arrived yesterday, rounding out the
I’d never been to Sedona, so yesterday I took a motorcycle ride there. The scenery was absolutely stunning. The drivers were the worst I’ve dealt