Home At Last

Home

When the Rockies, or at least their foothills, start to appear on the horizon, I know I'm getting close to home and some interesting riding country.

And sure enough, there it was just around the corner and it just got better from there.

17,797 kilometers (10,700 miles) later. The Grinning Devil never met a bug he didn't like.

Between the two bikes we burned out one headlight bulb and one speedo cable. The Dunlop K491's now have about 32,000 kilometers on them.

Requiem
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you 'grave for me:
Here he lies where he long'd to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

Robert Louis Stevenson