In 2002, I took an amazing trip out west, from Vegas to LA and a lot of road in between, on a rented Harley Softail. I traveled for a week, alone with my thoughts. Of course it’s not only the roads, but the encounters with strangers that made it memorable. I wrote an article about my journey, and it was published in (now defunct) Road Bike magazine. Thought I’d link it here, in case you’d like a longer read about a really, really sweet ride.