Crafting a story adds a new depth to the ride that could not have predicted. Often it's just a process of stringing together my poor grammar into paragraphs. (I've considered leaving the text out.) Many of these photos would not have happened had it not been for this blog. I would miss the stops not taken and the thoughts not thunk. Many morning commutes would be forgotten.
I'm very much looking forward to more of this in 2016. I can already taste the post-International Motorcycle Show beers and scotch eggs at Britt's Pub, a family tradition on it's seventh year.
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An early spring ride, the first humidity of the year.
At the Kinnickinnic River walk in access near River Falls, WI |
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| My first big ride with the little XS. Hwy 35, Lake Pepin, WI. |
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| Early fall snow flakes enrich my morning commute. |
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| The morning sun. |
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| The Rooster rolls into St. Paul after completing the M2M run. |
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| The Midway, St. Paul - Minneapolis |
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| University Ave, St. Paul , MN |
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| Somewhere in central Minnesota. |
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| Adding some touring ability. |
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| Wildcat Mountain, WI |
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| The St. Paul High Bridge on a dull November morning. |
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| Someday I will take you to all these places too. |
- Ride North
I'll have to get over my paparazzi phobia and more pictures of people.
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