We've gone to Prince Edward Island, Carolina, West Virginia and of course, South Dakota.
With G.P.S., its easier. "Go as fast as you want and when you stop for gas or food, if I'm not with you, text where you are." This is usually not a problem. They are stopped 15 or 20 minutes up the road.
Gregory was probably a lot like you. He started riding in 1949 and was on his bike every chance he got, no matter what the weather. He died when Bob plowed his bike into him. That sucked. Especially for Bob. But still, he died doing exactly what he liked best.
There are times when we are out of cell phone range so I bought a satellite emergency beacon in case anything happens to one of the guys (or me when i am hiking - or someone else). I got that because one time, we were riding at New Hampshire bike week. We were in the mountains and a woman tossed her bike, going around a curve. It was over an hour before rescue could get to her.
Its the times around the motel or campfire at night that I like best. Crack open a couple, light up a couple and the world can't be any better. (That ain't entirely true, but Joyce died a few years ago)>
When I first started driving with the guys, at least one Harley would break down on a trip --- like every time. Sometimes it could be fixed. Other times, we would leave the bike at the Harley dealer and my friend would ride with me. We would pick up the bike on the return a week or so later. Hell. One time, a tail light fell off of a three weeks new bike. That was some shit. But it was easy to get a new one and be on the road.
Harleys don't seem to break down as much these days.
Me? I drive 50 - 60 k miles per year. I like to drive. I never got a bike because one of my friends told me, if I got a bike, the way I drive, it would be the last vehicle I ever bought. I don't know exactly what he meant by that but I took him seriously.
Anyway, this summer, we are going to Savannah and Lake Erie. I'm looking forward to it.
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By the way, your writing is really good.