I’m in a quandary. If I wash my hands before I eat fries, it’s healthy, right? But if I don’t wash my hands, I’m slowly building up my immune system. What to do, what to do…

Within every good experience is the promise for more;within every bad experience is the promise for better times.

The sky and the earth,The night and the light,The heat and the cold,The rain and the drought;Those are my demigods.But the road,The road is my mistress.Devious and open,Harsh and nurturing,She seduces me with loveAnd dares me with deathIn equal measure.Just like any good woman.

Any day is a good day to leave some miles behind.

The road listens. It believes in you.

Harbor a healthy suspicion of safety.

If there’s a there there, there’s a road that’ll take you there.

It truly is an odd thing we bikers do, riding through miserable conditions like this. We don’t invite then or look for them, surely, but when they are upon us we relish the challenge and silently claim the superiority of adventure over comfort, wilderness over warmth, discovery over certainty.

It truly is an odd thing we bikers do, riding through miserable conditions like this. We don’t invite them or look for them, surely, but when they are upon us we relish the challenge and silently claim the superiority of adventure over comfort, wilderness over warmth, discovery over certainty.