I never appreciated the versatility of duct tape before I became a motorcyclist. Here's a story of how it saved the day while riding off road in Nevada.
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Category: On the Road
Just like the evening news, people seem to want to lead with what bleeds as a conversation starter. Not a productive start to a relationship eh?
I didn't know what it was when I first saw it, but then learned that shepherds would live in these 7'x8' abodes as they tended their grazing herds.
Meet my friend Shirly, from southern, Idaho. I met her in 2010 in Cheyenne, Wyoming when we Conga riders rallied. She was 78 at the time!
Just in case you think I'm some kind of woodsy gal who beds down with the mountain goats atop Beartooth Pass or something, don't give me too much credit!
The 2010 calling of my soul was "You need to learn to ride a motorcycle, then you need to ride it to Oregon and back." Your mileage may vary.
Imagine yourself flying along Interstate 40 and seeing a billboard advertising a hot dog stand. How un-compelling is that? Now, same scenario with a Muffler Man holding a hot dog--irresistible!
We think of the Mississippi as an awesome force, which it is...eventually. Here's what I learned about life by visiting its headwaters.
I was tempted to put down my tent at a rest stop before I got to Childress, but the big sign saying "Watch for rattlesnakes" convinced me otherwise.
But I took a wrong turn. By the time I got re-oriented my fuel light appeared. I was down to one gallon of gas, which would carry me about 60 miles.