This story is basically the tale of a picture being worth a 1,000 words. I don’t want to bore everyone with the details of each gas stop, or the specifics of how many bugs my headlight killed. I want to share the experience through photographs and make someone feel like they were along for the ride. I’ve been on several motorcycle trips in the past, but something about this one just felt right. The cold Colorado mountain air hitting your face, the rain washing away the dust and dirt on the bike from an overpass trail stop…it all just seemed to come together. It was an experience – not just another ride. The freedom of the open road is exhilarating, and when the scenery is this good, it was impossible not to enjoy every second.