When you live far away from both of your families/married to Casey, you don’t gather around a big fat turkey for Thanksgiving. You go to the Blue Ridge Mountains, eat at Applebee’s, spend the night in a motel and ride your heart out!
One month with my motorcycle licence, one month riding experience and a Harley desert adventure in Vegas – the next logical step was clearly a winter trip to the mountains in the East Coast right? A bit reluctant at first, this trip pushed my limits, made me scared, made me cry, made me happy, made me excited, but mostly made me a better rider.
