After reading Bruce's "You can run, but you can't hide" post. It got me thinking about some of my memorable rides. Many have no pics or videos. Maybe #1 for me was 6 months in '77 on a new 750 Yamaha traveling the western half of the country. Looking back, that's probably the point I became a man. Seeing things on your own in a new way has a profound effect on a person. I think I can remember every minute of those 6 months.
#2 is likely our trip to Ireland a few years back. We toured around on BMW's with another couple. It was a great trip ! We drove to Vegas and flew for most of the day and night. Got into Dublin in the morning and got the bikes. Rode a hundred miles or so to have dinner with some friends of Greg and Debbie's. Then rode on down to Cashel for the night. Everybody was beat, but Greg and I were still excited about being in a strange new land, and wanted to experience more. We found a local pub and had a few while talking with some locals. A group of 3 come in as we were about to leave and convinced us to stay for another. They were some home remodeling guys that had just got off work. We had a great time partying with them, and they talked us in to going down the street to a young people dancing bar. We had enough in us to be dangerous at this time, and went along. By the time we closed the place down I was pretty well lit. We get outside and it's darker than Hell and I have no idea the direction of the B&B, and no idea even of the address. Luckily Greg had an idea of the direction and we eventually made it back. WE WERE STARTING THIS ADVENTURE OFF RIGHT !
We met so many nice people. So many cool places. It was an epic adventure for sure. I just watched a video of it, and my filming doesn't do it justice. But it got me to watch another video that was made automatically by the iPhone people. It made me realize what a blessed man I am.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=y4q9c1kM6iA