Luckily, a man was hanging out there.Īs I pulled up, his dog took an interest in me and came up to me. As I rode up closer to them I knew I had to picture whore it and capture my ugly mug with them. As I began to lose myself in my thoughts, thinking about life and how awesome I am, off in the horizon I saw two huge, distinctly shaped rocks. The scorching Arizona heat made it feel like I was riding through a giant hair dryer while sitting inside a hot oven. Three weeks into the journey, I was riding through the Navajo Indian Reservation in Arizona after having seen the Grand Canyon earlier that day. In order to celebrate my new found freedom and release from the clutches of Uncle Sam, in the summer of 2009, I decided to take a 2 1/2 month motorcycle trip around the United States. “How the fuck do I get myself into these situations?” I think to myself. I was laying on a couch in the living room of a ranch in the backwoods of Colorado attempting to sleep fully dressed and wearing my steel toe boots and my hard knuckle riding gloves while grasping a 12 inch long wrench, ready to strike in case I was attacked in the middle of the night. If you guys don’t hear from me in a couple of days, I’m in Cortez, CO with some dude named Carl.” I typed into a mass text I sent out to a few of my friends and cousins. “Okay guys, I’m in a very shady situation right now and I’m going to ride it out and see where it goes.
