Denver

Im at destination one, 7 days into the trip. Though only a week deep I've definitely learned a few things, heated gear is going to be a must. I rolled into Denver wearing every layer I had brought, between this and periodic shots of whiskey, things were bearable. Before leaving Golden I put a call in to my cousin at Big Twin Motorcycles. Done, heated vest, be there Monday, Thanks Kevin.

I made some stops around Denver just killing time and taking photos before dropping my stuff off at Laurens. The plan was to pick her up at nine from the airport. Two hours later i'm too drunk to drive. Upon meeting Laurens roommate she asks two questions "do you like hip hop?", "do you like Wu Tang?". That's a yes and yes, I can tell we're going to get along. Drinks continue then off to the university for Lady Wu Tang. I'm so disappointed to have not taken any pictures, it was amazing.

Anyway i'm gonna continue walking around Denver, cheers

Absolutely Golden

So I rolled out of Steamboat Springs this morning. My days always end up starting late, wasted time makes afternoon riding quite pleasurable. Todays rainstorm however was not. Rain at high elevation mountain passes is fucking cold. A quick stop for shots of fire water and i'm back on the road.

Colorado is fully in fall. Riding through the canyons today full of all the beautiful fall colors, was bliss. The steady hum of the horizontally apposed boxer engine between my legs reminds me of a bush plane gliding above the tree line. The steady pur as you roll on the throttle and hold tight through the frost heave plagued roads of Colorado is unlike any other feeling.

Tomorrow I roll into Denver for who knows what fun adventures. It will be the first familiar face I've seen since Sunday and I can't wait to catch up and share stories. I've met plenty of new faces along the way from the "caravan" of auzzies to the town drunk who no one would give any time, each one a different unique experience.

Now, to find a camp site. I feel like throwing it down on the camp cooking tonight. Cheers to whoever reads this...

Solo

So yesterday I parted ways with my brother. He was nice enough to join along on the first few days of the journey. Sunday afternoon we finished off the remainder of the Old Grand-dad whiskey on the side of the road and said goodbye. I'm not gonna lie, I miss the company.

Spent the day riding through the flaming gorge. I took a dirt turn off to an amazing overlook and stopped for a picture. An older guy on a newer Gs pulled up next to me ( guess I wasn't the only one who enjoyed the view). We talked about or trips thus far and about cycling, it was nice. He was from long island and had been on the road twelve days. It was kind of humorous the age gap of rider and machine.

The rider and I split up but ended up seeing each other a few more times. I clocked a few more miles and stopped to drink a beer and read for a while. Fear and Loathing seems to be a rather appropriate book and a few minutes is now an hour. I'm taking today easy. Time to find a liquor store and a place to camp.
Cheers