Breakfast went on all morning, reminiscing about the trip and talking about future plans. The afternoon was taken packing bikes into boxes for shipping. Then out to dinner for pizza and beer, and then more beer and talking at the Scarlett O'hara. It really is odd to be chatting with friends who I've known so intensely for 9 weeks and will likely never see again. These are very special people: to enjoy this trip was to revel in both the good and the bad.
Open roads and dark stary nights, dry cactus deserts and wet mossy bayous. Hot pants in the trailer park. Chimay and Chelado. Jazz, Blues, Country AND Western. Each day brought some new challenge; personal, mechanical or interpersonal, but that is what makes a complete and satisfying experience. Memories are cemented by intense experiences and this trip leaves memories that will last lifetime.
Experience more, live a little.
And so with wheels dipped on either side
I close this blog (until another ride).
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