I rode my motorcycle today.

Been a while since I did one of these posts, but I've been riding a little almost every day.

Today was the first day I tried the freeway. That was really my final major anxiety (or skill) to conquer. It wasn't long ago that I wouldn't leave my street. Now I can leave my city.

My effective range is now at least North and South America, depending on where the roads lead.

Maybe I should map out a route to El Salvador. That would be something else, showing up at Bitcoin Beach on my motorcycle, ridden all the way from the Olympic Peninsula. I would choose to start at the Victoria ferry in Port Angeles.

No, my wife would not be okay with this. I doubt the borders I would need to cross would be okay with it either. Just a daydream, but a fun one.