Highway, has traveled thousands of miles, riding from Menifee, California to Fairbanks, Alaska on one such trip. Over one month, he saw bears, glaciers, slept on the side of the road in a tiny tent, ate elk burgers, drank beer in filthy pubs located in STD ridden, forgotten towns, and loved every minute of it. The photos and the stories he's shared from that trip have intrigued me, bringing the adventurer out in me. I'm determined to learn to ride (better) and buy my own bike (soon). Once I've done both of these things, we will head out on a ride of our own, of epic proportions.
But first, I have 2,800 miles, 10-days, 6 cities, and countless hours of thinking, riding, learning and breathing to go. I'm ready to go right now!