The snow sprinkled mountains were beautiful, but the piles on the edge of the road are a bit unnerving for motorcycle riders. (Photos by Kevin Wing) ยป More Photos
The smell of wood smoke in the crisp, clean air was the perfect fragrance to compliment the azure blue canopy above. Interrupted only by the snow sprinkled mountains in the distance, and the occasional wispy, white cloud, vibrant green pine trees framed the peaceful scene appearing as if they were radiating the suns warmth and color. On the sides of the road, the snow piled up was the stuff you want to see in post cards, not shovel off your driveway. And, strolling in the idyllic mountain town of Idyllwild, in the San Bernardino National Forest in California, I felt the sense of discovery and adventure visiting a new part of the world brings. A sense of discovery that just doesn’t seem possible unless it comes after an extended period of time in the saddle of a motorcycle.
Of course, all this ethereal stuff is nice. Don’t get me wrong. I’m as flowery as the next when it comes to spinning a lead, but the real reason everything in the world looked so fine was pure, unfettered adrenaline. Coursing through my blood stream as my heart worked overtime and my breathing fought to return to normal, it was the
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