Blue Ridge Motorcycling Magazine

The mountains hang like a dream — one that is unseen but sensed, like Kafka’s castle, haunted by places unknown and untouched, yet somehow familiar. This collection of memories, like the Midwest roads that bridge them, begins last July. On that humid afternoon, I packed and strapped the back of the Bonneville with a three-week…

Continue Reading Exits and Returns: Three Weeks from Appalachia to the Rockies