A rolling stone gathers no moss, as they say, and owning only what you can carry leads one to a certain lightness of being. So pack your things and get in the van. We don't know where we're going because, well, that's the point. We travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. To seek wild places and open roads and worlds we were never in. New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you. Come with us. Let your memory be your travel bag and the stars be your guide. The road is home.

The real test of moto prowess was the mighty hill-climb...

...but until then I’ll be out there riding the piss out of it!

We peek behind the garage door, open up tool boxes, ogle engines, quivers and hang out in the spaces of our friends who tinker, build, restore and shape their tools for experience.

..the windy, tree walled forest roads are always a great break from the city/desert...