Back to back motorcycle trips certainly hasn’t helped my writing. It has (hopefully) provided me with some new photos and video, and probably a few decent stories.
This year’s Dragon Raid started out on the wrong foot, with me melting a penny sized hole in my all-season riding pants on the “high-pipe” of the Scrambler at the very first gas station. From there, aside from having a really good time, it was a series of unplanned events, including an acquaintance “leaving the roadway” near a curve, riding home in the dark (repeatedly), an unscheduled tire change, and the search for gasoline. Ultimately, this year’s big motorcycle “vacation” felt more like one long episode, versus distinct rides and destinations, so bear with me while I cut video, edit photos, and try to organize this “adventure” into some sort of coherent tirade… I mean story.