Monday, March 22, 2010

Illinois-Wisconsin-Iowa-Illinois

I had too much on my mind so I mounted my Death Horse packed with a jar of peanut butter, a tarp, a heavy sleeping bag and a big jug of oil and stayed as far away from human life as I possibly could. It was a good 450 mile ride of all backroads and swampy gravelroads. There was still snow on the ground in places but it didn't matter because it was the first time I've felt freedom all year.



6 comments:

Pat M said...

I can't wait to get my bike because that freedom is exactly what I need!

WisconsinWillard said...

The Midwest: A great place to get lost, even when you still know where you are.

dave herr said...

heck yeah man.

khyle said...

alright what i have to say is not gay shit its man shit but that is by far one of the coolest things i have ever read man. real talk. im not goona lie i dont read that much either but whatever. keep it rubber side down my man...

MIKE BUZZ said...

Its a good thing that chopper has GPS, heated grips,a nice cushie seat, and XM radio, or it may have been a cold boring ride!!!!!!

lorraine renee said...

in need of one of those myself...