Over Memorial Day Weekend my wife and I traveled throughout Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Missouri taking in various sites, sounds, and smells on an almost twelve hundred mile adventure on our motorcycles. (Yes, my 5’5″ tall wife rides a 2013 Victory XCT) Of all the things we experienced and all the folks we met I will always remember a motorcyclist named Ron from Alaska. I met him alongside the highway outside of St. Louis where his Harley was broke down with nail in the tire. When we stopped to see if we could offer assistance we were greeted with a big smile, ‘You are the only bikers to stop. And, I’ve been here a while.” I responded “Yeah. It sucks to be stranded on the side of the road and watch bikers wave as they pass by.”
When I began riding there was a code. Part of which stated “NEVER…
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The Wandering Wesleyan 