The Midnight Warrior was rolling today. Around 11 am it decided to head to the Everglades. The roads were pretty empty. Once we hit state road 27 the Warrior opened up all the way to Holiday Park.
A cold drink and some people watching and it was time to saddle back up.
As the bike turned onto Griffin Road I saw her. She was alone.The wheelchair she was in was motorized. It was covered in bright colors…orange was the main color.
She was dressed in orange too. Where the chair ended and she began was hard to tell. Her head was down and to the side. But she was determined. How far she had gone or how far she was going was a mystery but she was going. Determined. Strong. Alert. Impressive. She couldn't have been older than 25.
She was decked out and rolling on a summer morning. As I passed her I  gave a biker's wave. A smile came to her face. 
Her "bike" kept going.
Something about motorcycles that lets you have moments like this.
I hope her ride was as sweet as mine was today.
Two single travelers passing each other on the road.
Nice.
An ageless experiment.