11:52pm (256 notes)
Sometimes I look back at the things I did and wonder how I ever got away with it.
Thinking back to the time I rode my 1978 Goldwing into the desert with my girl. Santa Cruz to Monument Valley and back. Bike wasn’t registered or insured, no motorcycle license, no tools, everything we needed in a bag strapped to the rear fender.
I remember the miles and the motel nights.