I had ridden 9-days to stand in the cold in-front of a monument for a few minutes. Seems this entire trip had just summed up life.
The trip had begun like most, with anticipation. It’s exciting setting off for a destination that is not easy to reach. Initially the temptation is to rush to the goal. However in doing so you end up missing everything along the way.
There was the cold and rain. Realistically I should have brought better gear with me. It would have made the ride so much easier and likely longer. But at a certain point equipment restricts the freedom you set-out to enjoy on a motorcycle.
Luck was on my side. Aside from the motorcycle eating through a bit of oil and being grumpy to start on cold mornings, it ran flawlessly. There were no accidents. A smartphone ensured I never got too lost.
Making it back always leads the enviable question, what is next? While the route is still sketchy, the trip is going to be epic.
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