10/12/2026
After “work” today, I got 66 miles in. I always feel so grounded when I get back. You’ll never be able to describe, to someone who doesn’t ride, the feeling of riding a motorcycle. In the car, the temperature is whatever you say it is. The smell is those trashy little tree air fresheners.
On the bike, temperature and smell change faster than the road. You actually smell pine, smoke, and cut grass. You feel the drastic cool from the shade and the sun’s heat on your back. You see the dog’s face as he chases you. He’s in the moment just like you. That moment is what you cannot describe. There is nothing. No pain, no grief, no sadness. Just haulin’ straight ass without a care in the world!