It was time.
It had been six weeks since the motorcycle fall.
So I started up the Triumph Scrambler and headed through the Everglades.
The bike took me through Immokalee, down toward Everglades City, over to the Alley heading to Snake Road at mile marker 49.
At the gas station I met two Outlaw Harley riders.
We exchanged riding stories and riding accidents.
Their stories won but the juxtaposition of the Scrambler with the Harley's,the outlaws with not outlaw and the comparing spills is one of the many reasons you ride.
175 miles later I pulled up to the garage.
Safe and sound remembering why we ride.
No interferences.
No distractions.
No complications.
I rode alone through the back roads of time.
After a fall, get back up.
Continue your ride.
Continue your journey.
Face risk.
The ageless experiment.