This is literally the end of the road, and also where my ride began. It was about 40 years ago on this gravel driveway that I first rode a motorcycle, a neglected Honda 50 step-through. The Daytona is not ideal for the surface, but it sure is prettier than the Honda was.
June is here, it’s a beautiful day for a ride, and a beautiful bike ready for the ride. Life’s good.
That is all.
