In a rush, we pack those things into the panniers that no longer have much value for us. “Only ten more minutes, then we have to be back.” We start the engines. This is the last motorcycle ride on American soil. Just a moment ago, we were sitting in the...
Somehow, everything’s different now. We’re finally back on the road, spend the nights in the tent, and we’re constantly outside. Actually, everything is just like before, but something fundamental has changed: the feeling.