Back to the updates in a minute but there’s something I have to say. I’ve now ridden 3,989 miles since I left SF 21 days ago. In that time, I have killed bugs. A lot of them. With my motorcycle, my helmet, my arms, hands and, occasionally, my face (like being shot w/ a BB gun).
I’m sorry, bugs. But I assure you – your death was glorious. Glorious.