
Can you smell that? Something is in the air....it's time to ride. I rarely took a day off from riding when I lived in New Mexico. That may be because for a year or two, all I had was a motorcycle. If you have ever ridden in this state for an hour straight with no stops or any traffic to speak of, you'll understand. From Albuquerque I took the southern route to Mesa, AZ through towns named Miami, Globe and Pie Town. Now
that's a ride. This is the time of year that I miss those rides. The open range out west is a spiritual place for those who can see and feel the spirit of the land. I was one of the lucky ones who understood my surroundings and I will never forget those rides.