Do It Again

“Well I’ve been thinking ’bout
All the places we’ve biked and camped and
All the faces we’ve missed so let’s get
Back together and do it again” – Wilson / Love

I returned from my off-road adventure last year hating my motorcycle. I was beaten up, bruised and tired. So tired. And I’ve spent the year ignoring all my motorcycles. Time moved on and I didn’t miss it.

About a month ago, a friend from New Orleans asked to borrow my sidecar rig while he was in Hampton for a week or so. I procrastinated about even registering it but I had said he could borrow it. At the last minute I pulled it out of the garage, changed the tire and hit the start button. Nothing. Of course the battery is dead after that cold winter and the Russians thought of that so they included a handy kickstart. We are now in business.

I headed out to the bus station where my friend would be arriving and the joy came flooding back. This is fun. How could I have forgotten.

And the wheels were in motion. Plane ticket bought. BMW shipped to SLC. No real plan other than to camp in the snow, ride through the red landscape of Utah and meet new people.

Journey with us.