I'm only a couple hundred miles from the end, but it looks like the roads I need to take are going to shove me into another lightning storm, so I'm stopping early again.
I broke today. Sobbing, bawling, screaming. I almost threw down the bike and walked away. But I didn't. I just screamed it out and kept riding. There's an icepick in my left knee, I can't feel my butt, and the crick between my shoulder blades goes all the way through to my chest.
The joys of motorcycling.
Bright side, a friend's dad found me at a gas station in Indiana and someone was just on the corner with a Hoka Hey sign. Makes me want to push through the night, but I know better. I'll finish in the morning. 💪Read more
August 13 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 75 °F