Finding friends, fun and fabulous fall foliage in Maine
Despite the huge gulf between our political, social and economic beliefs, I call all these people friends. A love of motorcycles and camping bridges all our differences. We manage to get together at least once a year to ride, eat, smoke and argue around a campfire before shaking hands and heading home.
To everyone who made it this year, cheers. To those that didn’t, I hope to see you next year. Or maybe we’ll get together in the spring. Who knows what the new year will bring.