The northwest corner of the 48 contiguous states, that is. Although my GPS told me to ride the last half mile down the dirt walking

A man, a cat, a motorcycle, and a van.
The northwest corner of the 48 contiguous states, that is. Although my GPS told me to ride the last half mile down the dirt walking
Memorial Day weekend, the official and utterly arbitrary beginning of summer despite the solstice being June 21, is here. Places are going to be mobbed
I traded my motorcycle in for a lawnmower. I’ll use it to make a little extra money while I travel. Yeah, right! But, my trailer
Check out Lister’s shiny new tag! It came with the rabies shot and documentation of it that I need to cross the Canadian border. From
The time has come to move on. Part of my reason for sitting still in Pahrump for the past two weeks was to give the
There are reasons why I have this sticker on both my van and my bike. While each of them is my actual “other ride,” this