08/05/2026
A tale of two tires:
There are two motorcycle tires sitting side by side today.
One is worn down. For over 20,000 miles it carried me through winding backroads, crowded cities, forgotten little towns, mountain passes, sunrises, thunderstorms, and more memories than rubber should ever be able to hold. Every mile left its mark; not just on the tire, but on me.
The other is brand new. Its tread is deep, its future unwritten. It doesn't know where we'll go yet, only that every journey has to begin with the first mile.
One tire reminds me where I've been. The other reminds me that the best stories may still be waiting somewhere beyond the next curve.
Here's to the roads behind me... and the thousands still ahead.
