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“…so, are you going to ride it?” Mehr...
Sitting behind a dark wooden table, its surface covered with a thick patina of sweat, stale tobacco, beer, and calloused hands resting on it for years, I listened to loud explosions nearby. Mehr...
Vodka Smugglers and Northern Winds Mehr...
Riding a narrow dirt trail cutting across the famed Cocora Valley, I felt lost in thought. Mehr...
The sun was setting as the ferry slowly sailed away from the European mainland and the last glimpses of Greece disappeared from view. Mehr...
It’s hard to imagine being able to ride across a first world country covered in perfect pavement everywhere, and not use any of it. Mehr...