Two Wheel Weekend

This morning I rolled up my sleeping bag and packed up my tent, then turned out onto the highway.

The weather was ideal, the road was a winding mountain pass and the scenery was amazing. Among the pine forests were a few trees changing color and the leaves they were losing blew across the road.

A day like this, I thought, was a day to be riding a motorcycle on these roads, in this weather, with this view.

Sometimes, I'm grateful to be able to roll the throttle.