“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” -J.R.R Tolkien
Now that the winter is muscling in on my territory, I am left to dream about getting lost in the mountains of places like West Virginia and Tennessee. Sometimes you stumble across really terrific roads when you are just out exploring, with little to no plan.
- Have you ever gotten really lost on a motorcycle?