Too used to Highway 9, a road through pioneer history, and another flat.
Took my breath away and the air out of my rear tire.
Motorcycling forces me in to and out of my seat and that’s a good thing, a rose-smelling thing, except on this trip, my initial stop was to smell the smoke.
Then it all changes. As the road approaches the Cottonwood Wash, the earth shifts gears into Technicolored terrain and formations.
A motorcycle is an amplifier, it magnifies everything that runs across your nervous system.
If you want to be immersed in Utah’s funky rural contexts, 89 is the most expedited way to do so.
As the KLR climbed I was reminded what it’s like to feel temperature change, something we’re mostly insulated against in the cages of our cars.
I’ve wanted a BMW GS forever, but the KLR’s simplicity was more attractive to my pragmatic side.
Forrest Gump would have something to say about buying a used motorcycle, much like a box of chocolates.