When I saw the name of the town, I couldn’t resist stopping to take a picture of my Tiger in front of it.
I only wish I could’ve positioned my camera with the self-timer so I could be in there next to the arrow. Unfortunately the sign was near a highway exit ramp. Since I’m already pressing my luck with cameras I didn’t need this one getting run over.
Several times during this trip I’d thought about what a fantastic motorcycle this Tiger is. Maybe it isn’t as sexy or lithe as say a Speed Triple, but it runs like a top and always seems well suited to the job I’m using it for.
I love you, Tiger <3